Weekly Writing Challenge: Flash Fiction
Path to a Dream
The paths lead to high rockery beds
Under azalea trees of pink pompom heads
The higher the paths the clearer the views
Of rolling mountains and snow tops too
Walk downward through daffodils, snowdrops on display
The lower paths yield to colours that pave the way
In a carpet of yellow, a half-moon seat
Under trees and patterns a glorious treat
The steps direct to mountains and skylines of blue
The windy path, to a fountain of quiet will do
With a field and a gate that entices the feet
To a hidden tarn in the summer heat
With tall grasses, a stillness, reflections, so calm,
And swans watch as the sun beams down to charm
An abandoned shack once had a boat
That glided the water and slowly did float
Where you and I could have slept the night
The full moon would have glistened and beamed so bright
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