In the silence of the limitless space,
Where myrtles swish and swoosh
to the music of the wind;
blowing from the north and west
to the rhythm of the soft,
satin feel of southern wind.
I could dance my little free feet
in the vastness of the land.
where the thistles grow
and tiny wild flowers bloom,
grooming the open paddocks
in rainbow colour, nature paints;
cheering my gloomy spirit bright.
Beams from among the mooing herd
Cheers from among the bleating flock
Singing sounds of birds and crickets
Peace on the farm is where I long to be.
~greenmeadow~
2/18/2006
hmmm like it very much... inspiring a lot...it's very sweet and professionally done this poem with deep idea... yeah I am not wrong if I again say it that you are good poet with new subjects to express... sharing it if you will also like my expression of love based peace thoughts also( a friendly smile is the best weapon of war to fight with.... afzal shauq ) I am sure my this famous say will be satisfying your every worry about the humanity and social life and even friendship...yeah is the only answer to your questions raising in your mind about the happiest collective life.... yeah... we belong to same family of Adam...and we are true cousins..good friend...go on and on...