Down by the lake’s shore,
Where its waters calmly lap.
Nature holds its court,
Among the green muddy banks.
Ducks waddle and dip their toes,
Trees bend and reach.
Geese strike a yoga pose,
Among the willows and beech.
Swans both big and small
Across the lake elegantly glide.
While among the rushes tall,
Nests with cygnets hide.
The lake is a place to pause,
To embrace nature’s calming effect.
A green kingdom with no flaws,
For all to stop, enjoy and reflect.
Now you are writing poetry, Richard.
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Thank you
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Lovely write… lovely poem.
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Many thanks I’m glad you enjoyed it
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You’re welcome.
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A beautiful poem to start my day – just had a peaceful meander along the canal – my meander and your poem fit like a pair of gloves made of silk
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That’s lovely to hear thank you
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