I listen to the quite echo,
In the sun setting meadow.
I let my mind wander,
Listening to the silent chirps of frogs.
Soon the fog will roll in,
And I will have to leave,
For mother will be worried.
I will grab my bag,
And leave behind the lag,
Of the day's stressful time.
I say goodbye to the meadow,
For this may be the last time,
I will ever see this place.
And I must go now,
To go see my fellow.
N/A This is not the best poem I've written but I'm always trying to improve. Thanks for reading.
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The Poetry Journal
PoetryThis journal basically holds all of the poetry that I found on the Internet and also some poetry that I've created. I will give credit to the poetry that I have not written. If you have any of your poem ideas message me them and I can definitely add...
