by: Paulo C. Dorongon
to the green, green orchard
For which
precious trees await
Their leaves are fluttering
in the breeze
Grassess dance in a swing
like no ends
Where scent of the flowers
are wafted by the breeze
Come with me
come with me
To the green orchards
of tranquility
Where trees
only get greener with age
Where birds chirp
at their best
Carried by the cold
and friendly wind.
calm...
ReplyDeletelove the poem...love you son
ReplyDeleteWriting is one of the ways to relax myself.I hope that you (also tito Ed and the kids) are always having GREAT time in the United States :)
DeleteGod has given you a gift of knowledge in English and all the four corners of it...and your gift to Him is imparting it to us.Mission being accomplished...."carry on" I bet He's saying up there.
ReplyDeleteIt's an honor to be the first to comment here in your precious blog!God bless!
Teacher Bon,thanks a lot for appreciating my poetry.God bless you,too.
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