Shelter


Lazierly sitting upon the large
rain washed white round stones
Sheltered in a grove of willow trees
the wind with ferocity moans
causing the surrounding trees' groans
Disturbing the silence that was all around
and falling with a deafening sound
a tree collapses with a crash and a bump
causing out of the river startled fish to jump
while giving the ground a nice little lump.
Sitting sheltered and warm
You quietly wait out the sudden storm
A little piece of paradise resides here
causing one to relax and forget their fear.
11/04/2019



Poetry by liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-01-02 at 09:41

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I cherish the line about the "rain-washed white round stones" (each syllable having stress and weight!); also, I love the triple rhyme of bump-jump-lump!
2020-01-02