Take a seat
Right beside me
Under this willow tree
We'll picnic
And maybe even feed the ducks and the geese
We'll lay in the grass
Picking at the blades and covers
Sprinkling our fistfulls onto each other
We'll stroll around the pond
Smiling and waving to the fisherman
Asking if he's caught anything
He'll shake his head
And make an excuse
But promise he'll have something by the end of the hour
We'll laugh at the excuses but humor him
Continuing our stroll
Around the irregular shaped pond
No one knows
If it was man made or natural
Doesn't matter really
All that matters is that it exists
It's our little pond
For our picnics and strolls
We reach our willow tree
And sit side by side
We talk for hours
Until the sun sets
The crickets serenade us
And we watch for the first star to shine
The pond water may be murky
But my feelings for you
Are crystal clear
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Leaving Behind the Endless Fields of Corn and Soybeans
PoetryEveryone has that one place in their heart. The two will always be connected, whether they love that place, or hate that place. My place? My town? I love it, I hate it. I've left it behind. This collection of poetry is about the place, the town, tha...
