This Poem was Submitted By: Jennifer J Brehe On Date: 2001-03-14 23:22:07 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Stepping Into A Monet Painting

Soft sweet wistful melodies  of birds and brook  surround my thoughts, pulling me slowly closer,  as I gaze upon mother nature's beauty. The balmy breeze teases and tickles  my bare shoulders, causing a tiny shiver  and I hear myself  giggling ever so slightly. I pull my shawl around my shoulders  and scamper  across the field, feeling the soft grass  and oozing mud between my bare toes. The shimmering sunlight, now glistening  on dew covered tulip petals, catches my eye. Thier red and orange tints are so brilliant and satisfying. I peer ahead and to my delight  behold delicate pink hued roses,  pulling me  closer and closer  to a quaint wooden bridge. Following the ornate stone path,  I suddenly find myself  lightheaded  with the lingering aroma  of sweetsmelling peonies. I gather my skirt and sit, dangling my legs  between the rustic slats  of the mossy bridge, inhaling the glory, and say a prayer of thanks to God.

Copyright © March 2001 Jennifer J Brehe


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