Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
demosofpyrPoems
Along a softly babbling stream Moss covered trunks silently lean Sunlight pours from on high down Flies now idly ply around A fisherman -me- on the bank sits Floater bobbing, teasing fish Sparrows idly flit softly by While above the clouds now softly fly The bugs, they flit from here to there, While plants their flowers slowly bare, Mosquitoes sound their droning whine While stream trout nibble at baited line Dappled bark and shaded stream Memory hazy like a dream I wish to travel back, back there That timeless place, the Snake River And this my idle classroom dream, My heaven, fishing by a stream Spins round and round my head at night I'll go and grab my pole-first light
0
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 10:56 PM UTC
Snake River
Along a softly babbling stream Moss covered trunks silently lean Sunlight pours from on high down Flies now idly ply around A fisherman -me- on the bank sits Floater bobbing, teasing fish Sparrows idly flit softly by While above the clouds now softly fly The bugs, they flit from here to there, While plants their flowers slowly bare, Mosquitoes sound their droning whine While stream trout nibble at baited line Dappled bark and shaded stream Memory hazy like a dream I wish to travel back, back there That timeless place, the Snake River And this my idle classroom dream, My heaven, fishing by a stream Spins round and round my head at night I'll go and grab my pole-first light
Written by
demosofpyr
American
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 10:56 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem