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Dapple Me

Otay River Valley Ponds
by sloanranger

I want the sun to dapple me,
in a quiet wood,
through the leaves of ancient trees
time alone’s withstood.
I want to drink in streams again,
of water clean and pure,
from lakes and brooks and hollowed nooks —
glens and glades obscure.
To play upon my hair, my face,
Warm my inner joy…
And I want you, too…
to join me…
my bashful, green-eyed boy.



6 Responses to Dapple Me

  1. glynhockey February 28, 2016 at 6:20 PM #

    A short but lovely poem.

  2. sloanranger February 29, 2016 at 3:07 AM #

    @GlynHockey – I thank you, kindly, Mr. Hockey for taking the time to stop by – and I’m so glad you enjoyed it : )

  3. Shannon Kellie February 29, 2016 at 3:07 AM #

    What a beautiful and inspiring poem.

  4. LouAnn Rice March 4, 2016 at 6:04 AM #

    Great poem….it’s familiar dear Sloan.

  5. sloanranger March 9, 2016 at 7:29 AM #

    @ShannonKellie and how kind you are to come read & comment-thank you, Shannon 🙂

  6. sloanranger April 16, 2016 at 5:50 AM #

    @LouAnn Rice- thank you, for your kindness & patience too : )

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