I lay down to slumber
Soon fast asleep
I drift off in dreams
Of an ancient forest
Nestled among rolling hills
The sunlit glades beckon
In the near distance
The sound of running water
Gurgling and bubbling
Of a small stream
Following its winding path
Through the old growth forest
Stepping stones allow passage
Through the shallow waters
Pools form at the stream bends
White lilies nod gracefully
In the quiet pools
The forest floor abounds
In splashes of color
Of the blooming wildflowers
A swallow tail butterfly
Alights on a flower
Moving on to another
The gentle beauty of lush ferns
Among the stately maples
Add a royal touch
Song birds flirt and dash
Among the changing shadows
The stirring of the leaves
By the gentle breeze
Brings a refreshing feeling
As the dream ends
Having awaken from slumber
Ken Bennison's Photography 
I love sleeping and this poem!
Thank you Tokoni.
You’re welcome. Hey I hope you don’t mind but I’d like to invite you to my blog at http://www.insanitybeautiful.wordpress.com
Love that interior shot you have. I just returned from Nicaragua. Had a chance to explore the old Spanish Colonial buildings
Cool!
Ken see you are still making beautiful photographs. Just wondering if you would consider donating one of your photographs to our Silent Auction at GreenHawk on March 21st. If this is something you would consider let me know where I could pick it up. Thanks so much… Brenda PS. Eclipse is still going strong. happy and very content. He is a sweet heart.
Not a problem Brenda. Just come and see me.
Beautiful photo and poem.
Thank you Raewyn
hi!,I like your writing so much! proportion we keep in touch extra approximately your post on AOL?
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