IN THE MEADOWS
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.
copyright by heather burns