A Little Poem
Morning Rain.
Watched it begin to rain this morning
Light, then heavy and strong
And from my limited view I thought
How perfect
I lite my pipe and drank my joe
Watching the smoke rings
As they hit the top of the pouch and thought
How perfect
Looking out I thought of nothing
Simple watching the raindrops
Come over the edge and hit the steps, thinking
How perfect
Even from one's limited view, one can see perfection
It may be a bird on a branch, or a child at play
Still, it is perfection
In such an imperfect world
How perfect
FD Thornton, 2012
Watched it begin to rain this morning
Light, then heavy and strong
And from my limited view I thought
How perfect
I lite my pipe and drank my joe
Watching the smoke rings
As they hit the top of the pouch and thought
How perfect
Looking out I thought of nothing
Simple watching the raindrops
Come over the edge and hit the steps, thinking
How perfect
Even from one's limited view, one can see perfection
It may be a bird on a branch, or a child at play
Still, it is perfection
In such an imperfect world
How perfect
FD Thornton, 2012
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