A Wise Old Lady Poem by Sunny Quagmire
A Wise Old Lady
The Sun is like a wise and stooped old lady,
she raises up her golden head beneath the stars,
and each morning tends her garden shady.
She watches the world like a river raging run,
then sleeps with the night when all is still and quiet,
and in the morning tends again, a new day begun!
A creative piece with brilliant imagery! I love the scene you express! Thank you for sharing!
Such a pleasure to read and awesome imagery! .. Million's of 10'S And Stars! ..+++++++++++++++++++
A one of a kind description of the Sun.So vividly and brilliantly crafted. Liked the analogy and compelling images..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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9/2/2025 10:01:11 AM # 1.0.0
Great poem, Sunny! Excellent descriptions and word imagery! ! !