In the meadow cattle graze
Above the field the morning haze
Does drift upon late summer days
And cloaks the distant hills.
In the meadow butterflies
Do float across the morning skies
Now as the early sun does rise
Above the distant hills.
In the meadow by the farm
The air is still and there is calm
Amid its beauty and its charm
Beneath the distant hills.
In the meadow flowers grow
Far and wide and high and low
And where a little brook does flow
Down from the distant hills.
And there is sunshine and blue skies about this great piece Andrew Thankyou for this one Love duncan X
Very soft and colorfull write Andrew, enjoyed this very much. I like how you opened each stanza........ Bonnie Collins
A lovely poem Andrew! Your imagery wonderful, a great read! ! *10*! ! Best regards! Friend Thad
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
its more like a painting.. a lovely scene with all the natural beauty..perfect stanzaic form...with soothing rhyme.