Long since pebbles have touched the water’s surface <br />Creating ripples as it hits the water <br />Three friends of old once came here <br />But will never come back it fears <br />Untreaden grass dies now in sorrow <br />The pond hopes that they shall come on the morrow <br />Ever so patiently it has waited <br />Old trees surrounding it are outdated <br />Still it seems to wait true to its purpose <br />As not the friends who once visited it long ago <br />The cat tails are drooping and stooping <br />It gets weary by the second <br />Still again it stays waiting <br />Never envying, Never hating<br /><br />jeanne harmon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-pond/
