The Poet

Walking down the banks one day,

what did I see beside the brook?

A man lay on the soft green grass

writing poems in his book.

I wish I was like this poet.

Sitting by the babbling brook,

I’d spend my hours writing happy songs

of nymphs and fairies in my book.

2 thoughts on “The Poet

  1. Rohini August 10, 2013 / 9:07 pm

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  2. rupali66 August 11, 2013 / 3:48 am

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