I love to sit in silence
Beneath the shady trees
And listen to the song of birds
And to the buzz of bees.
I love to sit in silence
And watch the Clouds roll by
Then read a book or sing a song
And hear the wild bird cry.
And watch the Clouds roll by
Then read a book or sing a song
And hear the wild bird cry.
I love to sit in silence
When the day is almost done
And see behind the distant hill
The paint glow of the sun.
When the day is almost done
And see behind the distant hill
The paint glow of the sun.
I love to sit in silence
In the evening twilight
And listen to the whippor-will
Singing with all its might.
And listen to the whippor-will
Singing with all its might.
I love to sit in silence
Beneath the Starry sky
And pray to all in earnest
To live in silence all the while.
--Anonymous
Lovely poem, Denise. Today is "Poem in Your Pocket Day" and I have two that I have been carrying in my pockets this week.
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Genie
Merci beaucoup, Genie. I will go look at Paris (and beyond)! Ton amie, Denise
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