I looked from my window
One early morn
To a vision of loveliness
At the breaking of dawn.
I gazed at the brightness
(all silent and still)
While the fountain trickled
And the birds were shrill.
The fish in the pool
By the heron observed
Were in no danger
From a plastic bird.
Bruno and Joel
With their heads in the pond
Disturbed fish and frogs
But they darted beyond -
And avoided their reach !
LADY OF THE GROTTO
Bluebell flowers carpet her base,
Glistening green holly frames her grave face,
Lady of the Grotto: for us she ceaselessly prays.
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