The river flows on its way,
As on the green grass I lay.
I can smell a flower;
Is it a rose
Or is it a violet
That reaches my nose?
Up in the beautiful, bright sky,
I see white clouds go prancing by.
I also see a beautiful bird,
Flying and singing,
It’s lovely voice
Very loudly ringing.
As I lay here and listen and see;
The bird, the river, the clouds and a bee,
A rose, a violet, a butterfly flying,
The bushes and trees swaying and sighing:
I thank the LORD for all these things
And all the blessings He always brings.
I wrote this poem when I was about fourteen or fifteen I believe. I have no idea where I got the structure – I must have made it up! I myself think that it is a rather strange poem, structure wise but I thought I would share it just for fun! The story that the poem seems to tell never really happened…. except in my imagination. When I wrote the poem I was actually sitting in a very dark room at a table – a complete contrast to what I imagine when I read the poem.
To the KING be all the glory!
I do not find it strange- but a very well sculpted word picture.
Hi Rebekah ~ I finally made it over to your new blog from HSB! (This is mandygrace by the way.) Thanks for sharing that poem!
I love your blog header. Sunflowers are so pretty!
Blessings,
Amanda
Wonderful poem Miss Rebekah. I love it and I love the “From Rebekah’s quill”. :) Very poetic.
Love
MJ