A walk with maid Merriam

[saadat tahir]

Shaded winding ways an streams.
Humming brook brims and beams.

Filtered light in misty shafts.
Nudging floating leafy rafts.

Rolling hills of beauteous view,
grazing lands and yes mildew.

The eaten log fallen for years,
The beaten path of passing bears.

Bedded leaves and peeping flowers.
Forget-me-nots like twinkling stars.

Worn and trodden winding paths.
Stirring views of grassy swaths.

Turned to left through lazy bends.
Tranquil hush of an angler ends.

Rustle of leaves and distant calls.
a little saunter by the water falls.

She so fresh; dimpled an cute,
full of life in her well worn suit.

Chitter and chatter, we paced along.
Then she froze, we heard the bong.

A pause! then zip and a thud!
Arrow lands with a towed in bud.

Inched we forward to the moat,
hidden there, in the reeds, a boat.

With a beam she said I have to go,
as she slowly began to row.

Waved we sad and slow good byes.
As she floated, away on my sighs.

In far off shadows a hooded form.
Click! I logged off to stem the storm.

Original
Saadat
(Islamabad)
(April 27, 2009)

[vikramjethi]

beautiful...just beautiful...
doc, how do you do it...?

[m.mayoos]

Originally Posted by saadat tahir

Shaded winding ways an streams.
Humming brook brims and beams.

Filtered light in misty shafts.
Nudging floating leafy rafts.

Rolling hills of beauteous view,
grazing lands and yes mildew.

The eaten log fallen for years,
The beaten path of passing bears.

Bedded leaves and peeping flowers.
Forget-me-nots like twinkling stars.

Worn and trodden winding paths.
Stirring views of grassy swaths.

Turned to left through lazy bends.
Tranquil hush of an angler ends.

Rustle of leaves and distant calls.
a little saunter by the water falls.

She so fresh; dimpled an cute,
full of life in her well worn suit.

Chitter and chatter, we paced along.
Then she froze, we heard the bong.

A pause! then zip and a thud!
Arrow lands with a towed in bud.

Inched we forward to the moat,
hidden there, in the reeds, a boat.

With a beam she said I have to go,
as she slowly began to row.

Waved we sad and slow good byes.
As she floated, away on my sighs.

In far off shadows a hooded form.
Click! I logged off to stem the storm.

Original
Saadat
(Islamabad)
(April 27, 2009)

Very good Saadat, reminded me of Keats.

[nick1983]

wow; nice written; included so many components; amazing

[saadat tahir]

thanx people....
so kind o ya

cheers