My Way Poem by Jan Pocek

My Way



how could I sing differently
than honestly and simply
when around only fields and meadows
flowing
with bees and flowers
flooded
with silence and the sun

how could I not sing
shepherds' songs
with motherly speech
when white orchards
like a smile of eternity
stand
overhead

Saturday, March 21, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: beauty,country,imagery,life,nature
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