A gentle stroll by My River on Boxing Day morn
To cleanse mind and soul.
It showed the wonder of Christmas,
As the little ones walk and run with their parents,
Showing their shiny new toys.
The girl on her sparkling pink bike,
A little wobbly, but laughing with joy.
The toddler with her pushchair,
Taking her dolly out for a ride.
The young lady with her skates,
Unsteady but upright.
The elderly lady taking her dogs for a walk,
Both dressed as Father Christmas,
Seemed very strange to me.
Then there was me, as I lingered on the bridge,
Looking at the water gliding by,
My life doing the same.
Contentment flows through the spirit of my life;
I am such a fortunate man.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 26th, 2025 01:52
- Comment from author about the poem: The music is from the first Oscar Peterson Album, Canadiana Suite, that I bought way back in the sixties.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
Good write Gold. Bit chilly for it?!
Thank you Orchi. No the weather is fine as far as I am concerned.
Andy
Observing the world from a tower of contentment such a wonderful place of observation. Nicely written Andy
Most kind soren, thank you.
Andy
You are very welcome Andy
Lovely poem on gratitude. Beautiful observations. Great share.
-Katie
Thank you Katie, my absolute pleasure.
Andy
Good write, Andy. I felt I was there with you. Happy New Year.
Thank you Jerry, you are always welcome to be there. Happy New Year to you as well.
Andy
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