One Hundred Things I Like

By Raspberry

Sunset skies and the summer’s rain
A gentle drizzle on a sunny day,
A loving kiss when I feel the pain
And a hand to hold, while I walk my way.

A long, long sleep on my cosy bed
Blue satin skirts and a ringing bell,
I like the daffodils and roses red
Light green grass and fresh lime’s smell.

Icecreams, chocolates and wafers too
Numbers, one and zero and four;
I like those colors, pink and blue
And that little pansy which grows at my door.

A game of checkers and a bright sunshine,
Early morning’s breeze and a drop of dew,
Floating clouds and a distant shrine,
A careless stroll and a hill top’s view

The sound of waves and the breeze on shore
Those scattered shells and fresh sand smells;
Pearls, corals and a lot many more,
Hot buns and candies which the old man sells.

Butterflies , babies, doves in white ,
Fairies , angels and a sweet surprise ,
Secrets, snow flakes and a full moon’s night
Hot cakes, sweets, nuts and a wise advice.

Little gifts, full bloomed flowers, a garden green
Winter’s night , a thick, red coat and Santa claus,
Irish landscapes, autumn pathways, a poetic scene
Calm boat rides , Eucalyptus trees and a nice applause.

Greeting cards, magic spells and a hand written mail ,
Cute erasers, blue ink pen and a clean, white sheet,
A holiday noon, an old, wooden swing, and a fairy tale,
Almonds, hot chips, lemonades and raspberry feast.

My grandmother’s lap, bed time stories, sweet, sweet dreams,
A tight embrace , good night kiss and the star lit sky
A melody tune , a friendly chat and distant gleams,
Prayer in silence, soft whispers and the midnight sky.

Grandfather’s clock, piano and the season,Spring
A fishing rod, big, brown hat, a game to play,
A lazy day, when I listen to the cuckoos sing
My family and friends and the things, they say.

A Wordsworth’s work, an inspiring scene
A sweet, little dream and my dream guy’s smile
My pretty, deep fantasies, a mermaid queen
And the precious rainbow that smiles a little while.

These hundred things and a many more too
To my heart, I hold them dear, its true!

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