Gerald the Writer

Poetry, essay, and prose, oh my!

Posted on June 30, 2012 by Jerry

I saw spots before my eyes.

They flew the above the road

like snowflakes on the wind.

The spindle legs blurred them.

Awkward leaps of fear caught us.

We almost touched

and the white dots

made me feel young again.

Peter DeHaan on June 30, 2012 at 4:15 pm said:

Beautiful!

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claudia on June 30, 2012 at 6:59 pm said:

awww….this is just lovely…the white dots made me feel young again..really like this much jerry..used to see them in my grandma’s garden when they came out of the forest..they always carry a touch of magic..

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Wanda S. Maxey on July 10, 2012 at 11:55 am said:

awww, what a precious poem. I remember the day my kids found a little fawn resting in the woods. We enjoyed watching & getting pictures for a while.Thanks for sharing.

Wanda

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- Jerry on July 11, 2012 at 2:29 am said:
  
  Thanks for stopping by Wanda!
  
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