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The Piano - A poem I wrote in 1997

Writer: Erika M. WeinertErika M. Weinert

Sitting on a rock in the shade,

Green, bushy trees below,

And all around

Tickle my feet.

Rocks of great height

Surround me.

Water flows

Down the side of a rock

Straight ahead.

Rocks of Pink,

Blue, and Gray.

All the colors 

Catch my eye.

I am overwhelmed

In the strangest way.

Suddenly,

I hear a piano.

Low...

Louder...

I watch

The water fall

Making its way

Down

To the lagoon.

The piano still plays.


 
 
 

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