My concrete poem

The Swan

           A pure

       White swan

     Floated gently

    And softly sweet

Across the silent lake,

  Creating

                       A ripple

                       That

                      Moved                          quietly 

                     And                              it disturbed

                      The re                     eds by the shore. 

                         A weeping willow bowed her mourning 

                       head, letting a few strands of hair fall silently

                         into the shadowy lake. The call of a wild goose 

                          To his mate travelled across the distance and

                              echoed across the serene lake into the 

  Distant blue mountains. This lake will  forever be known as the gooses call in my heart.

                                                    

  Mia Murdock