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biggus writes "In the lochs reflection
Could be glimpsed
The gentle caress of clouds
Atop the granite peaks
Before they thickened
To hide the Ben
Then separated like parting friends
To reveal the stark silhouette
Against the blue
And through these inconsistent clouds
The sun would burst
Illuminating the glen
And its heathered hills
As the clouds moved west
The sunbeam moved
Like a torches light
And in the distance
The hills appeared to move
As if in a lantern show
Then on the freshening wind
From the west
Squally showers blew in
And the sun painted
A rainbow across the sky
And as quickly as it had arrived
The showers blew away
And the rainbow faded
Evaporating to nothing
Then the sun began to set
Beyond the western isles
And turned the sky red
With streaks of pink and gold
Decorating the whole sky
And when the sun sank
Beyond those misty isles
The night wrapped the glen
In its dark shroud
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6051]SUMMER GARDEN [biggus]
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biggus writes "Suspended baskets spill scented color
Gently swinging in the summer breeze
Pollen drifts unseen in the fragrant air
Causing sufferers to cough and sneeze
Maids scantily clad in pastel colors
Girls wearing little to keep them cool
Scanty outfits set men’s pulses racing
The men who watch sit back and drool
Men in shorts wear socks with sandals
Middle-aged women dressed up as lamb
Deciding to satisfying their appetite
Eating sandwiches of cheese and ham
Lunch consumed and glasses emptied
The drink is drunk so no more boozing
Homeward now they make their way
To end the day by dozing or snoozing
Babies asleep in buggies or prams
Children laugh from slide and swings
The garden full of carefree chatter
Roaring trade till the last bell rings
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6045]A garden of flowers......[ravisathasivam].
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ravisathasivam writes "A garden of flowers are grown for the Eden of love
There are so many lovely flowers are grown in this garden
Only each flower will attract us with its own beauty
All the flowers are swarming, gracefully and clamor on the earth
Each flower could open our heart to feel the love of nature
Flowers in the morning mist with crystal dew drops
make us to see the light of the God shine from heaven
When the rain falls from the sky, Mother Nature makes them grow widely
When I walked in the garden, I smell the sweet aroma from their petals
When the darkness covers the garden with shade of night
then the moonlight shine on all those flower's petals with dew drops
When all those flowers are in your hands, you will feel the world for the moment
And love for the flowers in all her splendor grand, my heart at rests more
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
Copyright @ 2008 Ravi Sathasivam
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biggus writes "The north wind blows it ills
The wind, the wind, the wind that chills
Then the snow falls on the hills
The north wind softly blows
The wind, the wind, the wind that slows
Then the snow falls down below
Silently falling although the night
Inch upon inch covering everything in sight
Fresh and clean lies the white
The children run in hat and glove
They run, they run in the snow they love
The snow that flutters from above
The north wind dies away
Then the rain, the rain spoils the children play
But the snow will come another day
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6048]SUMMER STORM [biggus]
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biggus writes "A white cloud
Appears on the once
Clear blue afternoon sky
Like a careless splodge of white
On the blue canvas of an artist
It bubbles up
Then races across the blue
Another appears bigger this time
Then another and another
And as they move across the sky
They cast their shadows across the land
Patches of light and dark
Appear to move over the landscape
Like a giant kaleidoscope
One of the sunny patches
Illuminates the weeping cherry
Where the gold finches sing
Then there is more cloud than sky
The small white clouds
Have now bubbled up and darkened
And from the lake the Geese speak
To no one in particular
Saying that a storm is coming
In the distance the mountains
Stand out starkly
Against the ever darkening sky
The first sounds of thunder
Roll around the valley
Sounding like a distant train
Getting nearer and louder
Silent lightning streaks
Across the blackening clouds
Then a thunder clap
Not to be mistaken for a distant train
Large raindrops hit the ground
Dappling the dry earth
Strumming on the roof tops
And the tops of parked cars
In a reassuring rhythm
And as the last dry spot disappeared
The torrent began
Falling vertically like monsoon rains
Lightning streaks dazzled the eyes
And almost instant thunder shook the house
The waters of the lake
Erupted like a pot coming to the boil
And day was turned to night
Slowly the rain eased
And the storm rolled on
Blue coloured the skies again
The Geese spoke again from the lake
Gold finches sang once more
And the air was filled with the scent of wet pines
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