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BOGGED DOWN WITH BEAUTY
Please do not think I am complaining
in any way,
But when beauty always surrounds you
every single day
And which ever way you go and can
always see
The beauty of sweet, harsh nature here to the
nth degree.
Nature poems seems to flow like a river of
sweet repose,
Seeing in this clime even the remnants of a
dying wild rose
Fills my souls to overflowing with gratitude
and love
To our Father in heaven that gives it freely
from above.
But other ideas seem to have been closed off
from my mind,
So all this great beauty to other subjects is
rather unkind.
Just the odd poem besides nature ones I write
right now,
And I have to, once again, broaden my
scope some how.
So yes, I am bogged down with beauty so other
ideas fade away,
But I know they will return once more on
another day.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 23 September 2005