I sit on top of a boulder the stream is icy cold quiet joys hold a special charm bare cliffs in the fog enchant this is such a restful place the sun goes down and tree shadows sprawl I watch the ground of my mind and a lotus comes out of the mud | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOVE OF GOD by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY DAMON AND SYLVIA by ROBERT BURNS NO SECT [OR SECTS] IN HEAVEN by ELIZABETH H. JOCELYN CLEAVELAND THE FIRST MORNING OF 1860 by CAROLINE CLIVE DRONE V. WORKER by EBENEZER ELLIOTT THE SIGN by BENJAMIN FRANKLIN FIELD POLITICAL BIOGRAPHY: GAINE'S LIFE, CITY OF NEW YORK, 1783 by PHILIP FRENEAU |