Wise (an acrostic poem)

person holding gray twist pen and white printer paper on brown wooden table

Words tumbled from his fingers and pooled upon the page

Irrigating the fertile ground allowing new thoughts to take root

Slowly those ideas grow tall and strong, awaiting harvest

Examining his crop, he began harvesting those who’s time had come and pruning the rest

Meadow ( an acrostic poem)

 

Meandering through the tall grass

Enjoying the soft sunlight trickling from the cloud speckled sky

All while admiring the punches of flowery color

Dotting the serene landscape

Overhead hawks played among the updrafts

Winding down a perfect day

 

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