Frame it
Hang it on the wall
Answers will come
When patience calls
Colors lively sparkle
Bright and pristine
Rhyming with the flowing sounds
Over a immense water fall
Gentle is the tempo
Of memories and dreams
Dancing with bouncing bubbles
Jumping over time
Refreshing the morning air
Tis the landscape of life
Hanging on the wall
Thank you. I have done as you wish. My walls are graced by the beauty of disabled artists who survive from their talents and patrons like me.
But you reminded me of that wonderful photograph of Falling Water in Pennsylvania that I visited one time and bought in their little shop. I framed it and hung it above my fireplace when I built my own new home without a waterfall running through it. Somehow, it got misplaced and I miss it on my wall. A reminder of the architect in the that I never got to practice except for that one that I designed and built.
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
A people’s heart can be found in their poetic words. In history men and women have stood firmly upon their soapboxes and street corners, rallying the deepest beliefs of people to rise up and be heard. The poetrypages.com has offered that voice a new
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Regis. 🙏🦋🍁
But you reminded me of that wonderful photograph of Falling Water in Pennsylvania that I visited one time and bought in their little shop. I framed it and hung it above my fireplace when I built my own new home without a waterfall running through it. Somehow, it got misplaced and I miss it on my wall. A reminder of the architect in the that I never got to practice except for that one that I designed and built.
Ron