As you wander
through
the meadows
sometimes I see
you there.
Strolling up a shady
lane
gentle breezes in
your hair.
Then sometimes
in the meadows
running to and fro
gathering beautiful
flowers
laughing as you go.
I asked you in the
meadows
stay and we will
find,
Roses in the
meadows
in the meadows
of my mind.
(c) copyright heather burns
cute, nice poem :)
cute, nice poem :)
great poem!
great poem!