MAPoet: A Meaningful Prize

A Meaningful Prize

I see me

surrounded by faithful friends

who allow me to feel free.

I standstill

while the branches swish and sway.

Watch until I have my fill.

The clear cold

water washes my worries

out and I slip their choke hold.

Peace of mind

is mine, a meaningful prize.

One I am grateful to find.

This poem is written in an Irish form--treochair.

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