This is one of my most favorite poems.I am free to move
In summer, spring, and fall
The wind moving around me
The tiniest ripples
Moving end to end
People come to me
For their thinking place
It is calm and
I hear the slightest sound
A bird in the tallest tree
A frog swims swiftly
Through my black water
Then nestles in the soft mud
At the bottom
Tadpoles waiting for their big day
The days are getting colder
And colder each day
Now I am frozen
And I can’t move
Like I used to
Now I wait patiently
For spring to come
--
Ian Pullen
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