Springtime in PP by Diver Val.

[Diver Val]

Has anyone else found this, whenever I am out in p.p. because of the beauty of the place and tranquility I find there, I become very aware of being creative, for example, on my last visit I composed this poem about spring, I will probably get into trouble for trying to post it on here, but just thought other members might like to read it and also be inspired.

Spring Morn

Look through the open window, I spy all springs delight
Cascading orange blossom, in colours pink and white,
I see the Tulip and the Rose, their beauty unsurpassed
The snow-drops and the daffodil, if only they could last.

The new born lambs are in their fields, and birds are reaching high,
The Mistle thrush, its song so sweet, with notes that soar and fly.
This special time of year is spring, no other can compare,
The waking of another morn, is ours alone to share.

any thoughts would be appreciated, good or bad.

 

[Sparky]

That is lovely Val thank you very much for sharing it with us .

 

[Diver Val]

should have given it a title

I realised after posting this, that I hadn't put a title only my name in the box. Should have realised that, but will know next time. And thank you for your comments Sparky.

 

[Sparky]

I realised after posting this, that I hadn't put a title only my name in the box. Should have realised that, but will know next time. And thank you for your comments Sparky.

I have changed the title Val, i hope you approve .

 

[Diver Val]

wonderful Sparky, many thanks

 

[redshirt]

Refreshing verse...very nice

Mike and Sue

 

[cherylbb]

Thanks for posting Val, I enjoyed that.

 

[TheCatalinaLira]

Has anyone else found this, whenever I am out in p.p. because of the beauty of the place and tranquility I find there, I become very aware of being creative, for example, on my last visit I composed this poem about spring, I will probably get into trouble for trying to post it on here, but just thought other members might like to read it and also be inspired.

Spring Morn

Look through the open window, I spy all springs delight
Cascading orange blossom, in colours pink and white,
I see the Tulip and the Rose, their beauty unsurpassed
The snow-drops and the daffodil, if only they could last.

The new born lambs are in their fields, and birds are reaching high,
The Mistle thrush, its song so sweet, with notes that soar and fly.
This special time of year is spring, no other can compare,
The waking of another morn, is ours alone to share.

any thoughts would be appreciated, good or bad.

Val, I love it.
It is really a beautiful poem that creates colorful atmosphere of flying emotions.
My warm congratulation with such a great poem!

 

[Diver Val]

Many thanks to all who have posted a response to my poem, I do appreciate the feedback. Have a great Summer in p.p.

val