Bucolic landscape linen white, alluring and serene
Crisp blue sky watching o’er this lovely postcard scene
Tiny pond there in the park, where barefoot summers spent
Echo of a winter raven signal its intent
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Set there in the land of love, where cares are far away
Passing time there, as they do, on this winter’s day
Laughter and a child’s delight – merriment abounds
Distractions from what’s lurking near, on this hallowed ground
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A blink,
A sigh,
A squinting smile up to the sky…
Then over to the pond
Curiosity beckons toward what’s beyond
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A score of footsteps from the last, a ballerina twirl
Mark the dimming of a light, and a little girl
I wrote this poem after reading the story of a 4 year old girl from Loveland, CO who died when she fell through the ice.
The stark picture of her footsteps in the snow was devastating.
My sympathies go out to her family.
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Beautifully written.
My condolences to the family.
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Thank you Emily.
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