Friday, July 10, 2015

Poem 1

Open Meadows



Days in the summer 

when the violets, tulips, and daffodils bloom, 
my friend and I visit the meadow's open room.



The meadow is always inviting 
when the sun is shining and the sky is clear. 
This is how we can sense 
that the meadow wants us here. 




Hand in hand, we frolic and play 
Beside the flowers and lovely trees. 
Together, forever, as long as we want. 
That is how we know we're at ease. 




As we sit down to have lunch at noon, 
We try to recall 
Back to the days long forgotten, 
When we both were very small. 




We soon begin to chat and laugh 
For hours on and on 
Until we realize that the moon 
Has told us it is dawn.

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