Treasure Island

Roxanne Dubarry

(October 4,1954 / Seattle, Washington)

Forever Spring


Oh, how I wish there was a place
Where it was forever Spring.
Where I could walk among stately evergreens
And everything would be peaceful and serene.
I could walk through fields of green grass
And rest beside a quiet little stream.

Oh, now I could breah clean, fresh country air.
Close my eyes and forget my cares.
The hours would drift pleasantly away. Dear Lord,
This meadow is where I would like to stay.
March 23,1996

Submitted: Saturday, March 30, 2013
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My mom helped me compose and edit this poem. I was fondly remembering the meadow we enjoyed on our twenty acres we briefly owned in Lake Bay Washington. I did not write about the hardships we endured.

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