A Whisper Calls You
By sidewinder
Touching those ponds where a white duck flutters, Swirling where bluegills rage amongst the shore, Geese honk in the sunset insisting that you feed them, Rippling, Excited by their call, The breath of spring touches in the horizon, And in that wind a whisper calls you, Meet me in that clear note of joy. Dec. 18, 2001 Written February 19th, 2002 © on Feb 19 2002 07:32 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn 0 • 9
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"Touching those ponds..."