Tranquillity by Marty       Not for me the retaining city walls. Not for me the brick-built houses, The concrete streets, The coffee shops, The telephone kiosks, The parks where scraggy birds Compete against the stones of city kids.   For me the beauty of a summer dawn Seen 'cross fields of waving corn. Or sitting by a lake, or lough, or tarn at eventide, And seeing the last feeble rays Of the life-giving sun Reflecting from the water's surface. And watching a pair of geese, Or swans, or golden-eagles Making their homeward journey On lazy, slow-beating wings.         Please let me know what you think about this piece. Click on the button above and leave a comment in my forum.   Back to My Poetry Page The Authors Haunt Author Directory The Authors Haunt Library The Authors Haunt Home

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