Shacks lined the river bank.
A rickety bridge for crossing.
Reeds grow near the water’s edge.
Birds nesting, hidden in the reeds.
Cluster of little puddles with life.
Of tadpoles metamorph into frogs.
On rainy days a symphony heard.
The bull frogs singing in harmony.
The river bank is home to many.
Of dragonflies and hummingbirds.
Among the reeds they dance.
On their backs, imagine fairies.
The river calm on sunny days.
White ripples the only disturbance.
The river ragging on stormy days.
White ripples turn into crashing waves.
If I were an artist, this river I’d paint.
Flourishing among the reeds, life.
Its waters thriving with fish.
And the river bank home to many.
By C.E. Pereira
(7-11-2016)
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I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique.
Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems.
I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination.
To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome.
Sincerely,
C.E. Pereira
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