Harvest set fair,
golden pear hangs
right there to pluck.
Sunlight in rays,
dancing, plays on
inlays of glass.
A word in jest
can infest the
mind, lest smiling.
©
Copyright
VMM2007
Harvest set fair,
golden pear hangs
right there to pluck.
Sunlight in rays,
dancing, plays on
inlays of glass.
A word in jest
can infest the
mind, lest smiling.
©
Copyright
VMM2007
Comments
Silver Spun Sand | October 8, 2008 - 07:58
Dearest Val,as you are more than aware, I know from wretched experience, how damned difficult to write these blighters are!!
You have done a really good job here, and produced a fine poem to boot. Well done! By George, I think she's got it!
Tina :-)x
Bradene | October 9, 2008 - 13:02
Thanks Tina, I love experimenting. Val x