Breath taking rainbow above a waterfall dancing to the cascading calliope music shimmering in iridescent tint, you move bound by the land anchoring your sides
Free range rainbow's graze above tundra where the crowned caribou forage magnificent against the midnight sky a guiding light for them meander by
South of the boarder you proclaim your majestic arced reverent glory the only bright color in the vast terrain on a rocky muted arid plain
Vision dreamscape bow of my slumber fathom less dark ocean churning below boundless blue sky above my soul I ride the arcing bow of life and I am free
Why is it when I begin to comment on your poetic endeavors I always begin with, "The words you have used are masterful . . . etc.," or some variation of that. Because, I answer myself, is because truth is the truth however many times we may say it and however many ways we try to say it. Oh, lest I forget, ye of the long memory, you have been sitting there like a black widow spider waiting for you chance to "get" me. Ha! Well, your patient wait is over, today was the day. Thanks for the comment.
Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)
Reviewed on November 15, 2003
Cheryl I just love your descriptive lines...your verbiage...wonderful writing..floria
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