All free-born and wild

Into field stride
Nature's child
Barefoot run
- a peach
- a pear
- a plum

Bird song
Insect hum
Orchard fun for each
- a pear
- a plum
- a peach

One for each
For bird and bug
And for the child dear
- a peach
- a plum
- a pear

Into fields where
They can eat
Their fill of some
- peach
- pear
- plum

As write, post, and rework my poems I rely on your feedback to work my craft.  To write poetry is not mere pastime it is necessity for me .  Oh not that it pays the bills.  It merely helps to keep me sane.  An important endevor.

As we move into 2025 let's elevate our the quality of our work together.

My sincere thanks

All free-born and wild

Into field stride
Nature's child
Barefoot run
- a peach
- a pear
- a plum

Bird song
Insect hum
Orchard fun
- a pear
- a plum
- a peach

One for each
For bird and bug
And for the child
- a peach
- a plum
- a pear

Into fields where
They can eat
Their fill of
- peach
- pear
- plum

One star waiting in the sky
All of the others hid.

A game of hide-and-seek
And I find.

Beneath clouds smile
And stay awhile

Until the sky clears
And I can see them all there

Waiting with sparkling smiles.
Clouds warming them all the while.

I love words that make you visualize
The intent of what the writer desires.
What the writer sees within the mind
Conveys what I can see in mine.

The mockingbird heralds
Each new sunrise.
This morning unbeknownst to it

Man declares it to be
A whole new year in its life.

So, sing on my friend.
May we enjoy many more days
Of your lovely song.

What if I say the word
Pomegranate
With pouty red lips
Which glistens with its juices?

What if I do?
How would you feel?
Would you grab me,
- hold me close?

Could I illicit a thousand
Breathless sighs?  Could you?
And you taste the sweet drops
- from my lips?

I will say it over and over
And once again!
Pomegranate, pomegranate,
- Pomegranate