East
Thru the coulee
the Meadowlark plays her flute
Melodies yawning with the echoes
of their dawn inspired song
They wake the willows shadow
Tickling flora with their fauna
Clinging softly to the dew
that waits the morning sun
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Author:
dean langmuir (
Offline) - Published: March 28th, 2022 07:17
- Comment from author about the poem: spring on the prairie
- Category: Nature
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Comments3
beautifully penned & nice closing lines
have a great day!
Dahlia
Thanks Dalhia ,always respect your comments,take care in your great day.
Really nice and picturesque. I love a good poem with lovely imagery.
That was my goal Rocky,or more hope should I say,always thanks for comments,take care.
So beautiful, great springtime poem
Thank You blue,I wrote this looking outside at -30 ,its fun to read the comments,take care.
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