Wild flower blossoms paint the valley floor
Looking like a quilted tapestry
Silent water sits in stagnant ponds
Bull rushes gather standing like guards
Surrounding the waters edge
A lone loon calls a haunted melody
Bull frogs croak while crickets noisily chirp
The pond becomes a gathering place
Crows join in squawking harmony
Clinging to bended willow trees
Coyotes join in with lowly howls
A peaceful valley became a musical fanfare.
Phyllis Babcock was born in Saskatchewan, Canada in 1951 and currently resides in Regina with her husband. She has been blessed with two wonderful sons and daughter-in-laws. She has two grandsons and two granddaughters. She started writing poetry in 2004 and joined Poetry Soup site in 2006. She has been published in two anthologies, On Butterfly Wings and Snippets. Her work has also appeared on Poetry.com and in a local seniors’ newspaper. She feels writing has been a wonderful journey, meeting many new poets and writers along the way.