A Strange Poem

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!

3 comments

  1. Amanda Grace says:

    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

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