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The Golden River

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One bright autumn day

I strolled along a waterway

Where the river curved and meandered

As contently, I walked and wandered.

Although shallow and quite low

Beneath the sun’s brilliant halo,

The stream displayed a calm vivid blue

As hardly a current rippled through;

Nature’s own reflective looking glass

Embedded between rocks and rust tinted grass.

And lo! An amazing glistening surprise

That met my wandering eyes;

As I peered across the aqua blue stream

to see a cluster of vibrant gold trees

Standing poised as their finely dressed branches hover

Over the tranquil and ever gentle river

Which mirrored in glorious reflection

A scene of equal and brilliant perfection

Of the trees crowned in leafy gold majesty

Glimmering in the water below my feet.

Such was the scene of blazing autumn gold

For my eyes and memory to grasp and behold.

I slowly continued my contemplative trek to the path’s end

And  reluctantly turned around to walk back homeagain.

And as I retraced my strolling steps,

I intently gazed so that I wouldn’t soon forget

This grand gift provided by peaceful nature;

A wondrous stroll along the Golden River.

Poetry 201 Day 3: Skin, Prose Poem, and Internal Rhyme

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A Day in the Sun

Skin; that external organ which covers my entire human body; it cleverly contains some small openings so that I can hear, taste, smell, and see. My skin is pale white and even paler under florescent light. How I sometimes do wish, I wasn’t as white as a fish. Certainly more sunshine would be good for me. Stay outdoors a little more during those sunlit hours and soak more of that sunshine into me; and let it cover my head to my feet. On a bright and beautiful day with the sunlight brightening the way, I did try to take some extra time and venture more outside. I wandered along the county road passing houses, a church, and the new high school.  I traveled to a nearby gym, walked on a track, pedaled on an exercise bike, and considered taking a swim.  Then I wandered back outside. Back into the glistening and warm sunlight which has brightened the sea blue sky. Deep inside I rejoiced as I felt gladness at this choice of spending this day outside being exposed to nature and the soothing sunshine.  I traveled along the road again at a leisurely pace and not really wanting my journey to end; there is no need to race. I heard the wind in the swaying trees and my bare skin was tantalized by the softly flowing breeze. In the spring if I am lucky enough, I might pass by a lilac bush, and oh how its aroma gives my senses such a rush. With the soft touch, my exposed skin feels the flower’s velvety coolness. Happily I tarried along the way not wanting to miss the warmth of this day.  For the sun’s reaching, transparent beams have engulfed my arms, my legs, and all of my bare skin from my head to my feet. Feeling satisfied and pleased, I think to myself, “how, I have had some warm sunshine covering me, and soon I’ll have a fine tan: I can’t wait to see.”  But lo, oh no that is not what I see. I looked into the mirror and much to my shock and horror; I am now as red as can be with my sunburned skin peeling most embarrassingly. Oh, woe is me!