Poem -
Nostalgia
Love is the laugh of the babbling brook,
It's the shine on the brass, and the time that it took.
It's the oak and the ask, the elm and the birch,
And the ivy that grows on our little old church.
Love is the smell of a sweet scented flower,
A sunrise, a sunset, and the rain in a shower.
It's the drift of small seedlings caught up in the wind,
And the dew upon webs in the trees where they're pinned.
Love is the chorus of a host of birds,
And the rise of emotion in moving words.
It's the array of fish in the clear, cool depths,
And the grace within a ballet dancers steps.
It's the cherished memories I hold within,
And the reason the world was freed from sin.
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Hello Catherine,
A poem of sheer melancholy is this one a thrust of ever greened and as effervescent, as an early morning introductory, to a cooled yet sunny new day, of a country fresh morning splash of untainted air.This is a poem of majestic memories and thoughts of spender, to be lived and loved over and over again...A very refreshing poem and told in a lyrical tongue by the presenter...Very nice poem to gregariously  wake up to and solacely lay down to....Lovely poem...
Sincerely,
JimÂ
Hi Jim,
Wow, that is very high praise. Thank you very much for taking the time to read it, and I am very glad you enjoyed it!
Catherine
Hey Catherine,
Enjoyed it i most certainly did and you spoke of it quite well and and gave the site you wrote, to the vision of the reader, leaving me  as well very nostalgic and longing for the days of old, once heavenly again......
Kind regards,
Jim