Beloganda

a poem by Nadezhda Aleksandrovna Montik, USA - poetry writer, author, poet

Near my fort in Beloganda,
runs a shallow, little stream.
Around it birds are always singing,
and the grass is always green.
My hammock hangs
between two apple blossoms,
swaying in rhythm to the breeze,
butterfly's flutter amongst the flowers,
accompanied by buzzing bees.
And then there is the stone bridge,
so little and so sweet,
built especially for people,
who don't like to wet their feet.
Playing in the water,
so innocent and fast,
are the little minnows,
playfully darting past.
The sun shines down from
the bright blue sky,
through soft cotton clouds
that beckon me to fly.
Everything is peaceful,
everything works as one team,
and the sun gets out of bed,
to tell me it's just a dream.

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