Seems A Dream 1961 Poem by Terry Collett

Jane sits there
on the grass
the sunlight

overhead
she's showing
me the birds

that she's seen
that morning
she's so near

I can smell
fresh apples
about her

her black hair
hanging loose
her dark eyes

scanning the
book's pages
slim finger

pointing out
the song thrush
and its eggs

I watch her
sitting there
a grey dress

covering
her slim legs
I've seen one

down the lane
in bushes
quite high up

I tell her
sensing her
so near me

she touches
my right hand
and holds it

squeezes it
then kisses
my right cheek

(Lizbeth would
have wanted
more of me)

come show me
she asks me
so we walk

across fields
to the lane
cows mooing

birds singing
hand in hand
walking down

by the stream
although real
seems a dream.