WHAT SECRETS
What secrets, the banks hold?
The water, reflecting many boats.
Can they be revealed, told?
All those grasses, all bold.
Water fast, else need floats.
What secrets, the banks hold?
Some look rough, very old.
Long way to go, check the ropes.
Can they be revealed, told?
If mats made, might fetch gold.
Ropes fine, fuelling hopes.
What secrets, the banks hold?
Not too many, all been sold.
Telly works, we’ll watch soaps.
Can they be revealed, told?
Time to cast off, time to be bold.
Make sure of paper, envelopes.
What secrets, the banks hold?
Can they be revealed, told?
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© Mick E Talbot
Mick E Talbot Poems 
Thank you, on to it shortly 🙂
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Oh my! This is such a lovely poem! I love to read poetry, especially this kind that repeats a line throughout, luring the reader into new thoughts and perspectives, then bringing the reader back to the topic. It reminds me of waves on the shore — allowing me to drift — then gently pulling me back to shore, centering me where I belong. The rhythm and rhyme are beautifully executed in this poem — I am smitten! Thank you kindly for adding this gem to our writing prompt and being such an active part of our writing community ❤
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Just to let you know I have been off line for 10 day, and to say thank you for your kind words. Playing catch up at the mo, will be back into the fray as soon as!
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No worries!! Happy to have you here anytime you can be here 😊
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Thank you 🙂
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You are most welcome!
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