THE BEAUTY OF THE POND

The Beauty Of The Pond 

Every morning starts a good day  
The beautiful light that shines on  
My face so brightly in the morning  
Makes my heart sing with joy , 
Looking out my window bay  
Seeing the birds flying over the pond 
To sing up on the lawn , 
And what’s left of night you can find 
The moon seating a hill that is so near 
The pond with it's reflection of the lovers 
Moon on it ,   
The black waterfalls sing's it's song like 
Pouring rain where lovers play , 
As the sun appears trailing clouds 
of pink and green wool,igniting the fields, 
turning the ponds to plates of fire. 
I went for a walk in mid Spring ; 
I carried a bag with pen clipped in to the  
Netting also this little notebook and a wider 
one for long line . 
I thought about the late March wind's  
Then I looked and I wanted to write about  
My life setting by the beautiful pond talking  
To Jehovah God , 
The creatures there are dark flickerings 
you make out one by one 
as the light lifts  great blue herons, 
wood ducks shaking their shimmering crests  
and knee-deep in the purple shallows 
I must write and draw this down to show the 
World what I have found , 
A deer drinking water from the pound , 
The silver water crushes like silk, 
And the sky full of stars , and a moon with  
So much love that shines on us , 
The night will make your heart sing  
As I look all around me I can see Jehovah's love  
He has given us from Heaven above . 


Lilly Emery  (c)