And then, instead of 'I'll fill.' I changed it to, already being full. I might revisit this, given time, but the muse is bloody side-tracking me again. I've taken a REAL liberty here, but here goes. Paradise 'And so, it seems, I'd been given a pond. Full brimming with tadpoles, so recently spawned' Those wriggling commas exuded their charms. Potential pro formas for new legs and arms, who showed me the marvels of metamorphosis as daffodils shrunk back to waken the roses. The last echoed croak laid the bed for my joke where they teased the poor farm dogs by hopping or not. First furtively flying, then fixed to the spot. How the fry, freely swam through the algae and weed to my child’s makeshift dam. Did that Heron take heed of the warning rope circling? Stopped him in his tracks. Yet we welcomed the dragonfly’s wings, spun in wax. So here, in my dotage I sit and I stare while those still young at heart are still welcome to share all my strawberry Sundaes with Huckleberry Finn or his hound, when it’s around if’n Finn, just isn’t in. But there’s no fishing, mind! ‘Please, ma’am, can I swim?� “It’s too deep in the middle. stay close to the rim.� May the sun always shine every blissful long day And not only because I may want it that way. For now, it’s my pond, and this is my view what it has done for me it may yet do for you.
