Blue collar blood
White collar dreams
Oyster stew
On the table
With saltines
Dreaming of caviar
And champagne
John Deere
And weeds
As tall as
My knees
Teach so much more
Than yachts on
The high seas
St. Tropez
May be
The desire
But the pond
Is my reality
Today
love it
ReplyDeleteGreat poem! :D
ReplyDeleteWell, better pond at hand than St.Tropez out of reach.
ReplyDeleteAnd the pond is filled with wonders and beauty for those who open their eyes, heart and mind.
ReplyDeleteMe gusto el poema. Te mando un beso.
ReplyDeleteAnd there is nothing wrong with a pond, as God can be found wherever we are!
ReplyDeleteBlessings
Maxine
The pond with weeds as tall as your knees sounds pretty nice to me. I'm glad you like oysters and caviar. The only fish I like is shrimp and crab and lobster. ; )
ReplyDelete~Sheri
So nice
ReplyDeleteThis is so lovely and your images are so vibrant. I hope all is well. hugs-Erika
ReplyDeleteWherever we are, be there and look around, for He is there and that's what matters. A very beautiful poem my friend.
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