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White Washed Treasure

by Christel Crews

In the stillness there lies a stream
Through snow banks casting their wintry scene
Standing against the bleak and white
A single bridge to cross if you might
Dark brown angles leading nowhere
To a place with naught a care
I linger there in my mind
A place of peace, quiet and time
To stop and breathe the frosty air
Dither to return to the day’s affairs

12/21/2009

Author's Note:

Posted on 12/22/2009
Copyright © 2024 Christel Crews

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 12/22/09 at 12:32 PM

Nice write lady. We find few places like this today it seems but you describe this one well.

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