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The ripples on the water
Interfering on the surface and
Casting shadows down below
Patterns dancing on the dark sand

A chocolate lab yelps his glee
Paddling toward the driftwood
He doesn't understand the fetch game, see...
But he sees that running's good

He excitedly romps with his sister, the yellow,
As he drops his stick,
And she grabs it
...From where he left it on the sand
Delivering it quickly to their owner's hand

Swans survey and skirt the scene
Staying just out of reach
Teasing these canine swimmers

And the surface, as it shimmers,
Flashing sun into these eyes
Triggers a series of sneezes

And the breeze is cool
And the day is hot

And I think of you there
A lot
~


My dog, Tucker is not doing well.

Please stay with us a bit longer, Tuck.
:(
 Apr 2017 Nancy E Tracy
Cné
mσσnlíght ín thє mєαdσw
cαѕtѕ thє ѕhαdσw σf thє trєєѕ
í cαtch α glimpse of ѕílvєr
αѕ thє вrαnchєѕ cαtch thє вrєєzє
thєrє'ѕ juѕt α ѕσund σf ruѕtlíng lєαvєѕ
ín ѕσlítudє í ѕtrσll
thє wσσdѕ αrє mínє thíѕ єvєníng
αѕ í plαч thє wσmαn'ѕ rσlє
pαuѕíng вч thє rívєrвαnk
thє ѕчmphσnч вєgínѕ
thє ruѕhíng wαtєr'ѕ cσuntєrpσínt
tσ lívє σαk'ѕ crєαkíng límвѕ
thє gєntlє wínd, thє tєmpσ mαkєѕ
αnd í вєgín tσ hєαr
thє rhчthm σf thє pulѕє σf lífє
αn єαrth ѕσng ín mч єαr
hσw ѕwєєt thє єvєníng ѕєєm tσ mє
αríαѕ fíll thє níght
αnd thєn thєч mαkє α chσruѕ
αѕ thє mσσn rєѕumєѕ hєr flíght
hσmєwαrd вσund, í pαuѕє αnd líѕtєn
α mєlσdч ѕσ ѕwєєt
rєgrєtfullч, thє ѕpєll íѕ gσnє
nσw, juѕt thє trαffíc'ѕ вєαt
Happy Earth Day!
When  you  go  down  there.
The  settings  so  grand.
And  you  might  see  my  friend  there.
Playing  in  his  band.

The  sun  minting  coins
on  the  surface  is  grand.
Casting  shadows
across  on  the  land.

The  setting  so  grand  there.
And  fills  you  with  hope.
In  this  mad  world.
It  helps  you  to  cope.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK. 2017.
The rooks
Waddling
Up the roof tiles
Like drunken men

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK  2017.
10Words.
There is a truly magical valley
Up to the north part of the Lakes District
As you pass through
Each side seems to have individual mountains
As the sun filters and dazzles
With swirling mists
That move around in ghostly fashion
Perhaps we could call it
The  valley of a thousand Hills
Keith  Wilson.  Windermere. UK  2017.
Dreams !!
Tangible Intangible , Day Dreams
Future Dreams ,Beautiful Dreams
A lucid Dream
Nightmares and All .

A dreamer that I am ,
Earned this tag a little too young.

After grade 10 exams
Had Recurrent Dreams
Of
Either getting late for the Examination Center
Not able to finish the paper
Or plain
Forgetting to revise the right subject before the exam


This went on for a few days .

Before the Long Vacation finally absorbed all the fear !!

Want to Live Up To My Dream
   Of
**'Being Honest to my Conscience'
Ironically
A dream , never dreamt of
Is Writing out my thoughts
Here at Hello Poetry !!
 Apr 2017 Nancy E Tracy
nivek
to reflect love
a polished mirror

does not polish itself
 Apr 2017 Nancy E Tracy
nivek
He will confirm you in your ways
all will be clear,
the road will open to the horizon
and your heart will leap for joy.
You look like a light-colored satin
Stars f
          a
            l
              l on your caramel hair
Your laureate crown is permanent

You walk fast as a local feline
L'Empereur far from his throne
You look disoriented
You look tired

It's nightfalling
Resolution parts
The moon shines
Gold minds

Lace L'étoile
Jeune ace
Shiny sleeves

I go through a mirror
You're sitting in there
I hide carefully
Not to be alert
I have found myself again
Dreaming of you inside
The reflection of your mirror

At night my opal
                           sleeves are made of satin.

   - Codelandandmore// 6:00 PM ©
Modern poem
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