The Meadow Poem by kara towe

In the meadow a lazy stream flows through cattail reeds of green.
Swallows dart through the sky weaving through the air currents as they fly.
A Meadow Lark, perched on a fence pole, sings melodies from its heart and soul.
Starlings flock in unison as they fly forming a fluttering mass in the sky.
Two whitetail fawns and a doe peacefully graze on grasses in the meadow.
Wax wings nest in the reeds and sing with bright red feathers upon their wings.
Yellow flag flowers radiate in the suns’ beams as they line the edges of the stream.
The long blades of grass shimmer as they dance with ease in a gently blowing breeze.
A ring neck pheasant cockles for a mate, bobs his head, and waits.
Dalmatian flowers dapple the meadow with colored blooms of orange and yellow.
Sulfur butterflies flutter from flower to flower upon wings that appear to be dusted with powder.
Billowed white clouds slowly glide through the deep blue sky lightly showering as they pass by.
To the west there are two horses, one sorrel, one bay, grazing on alpha and hay.
To the south there is a flock of sheep with lambs frolicking and rams butting.
Spanning to the east there is a mountain range that stands noble with colors of gray and purple.
There are rolling hills to the north covered with blue hued grass that bow in the breeze like waves of water mass.
A red tail hawk hovers in flight hunting for voles and mice.
Dusk approaches on the horizon displaying orange and purple beams from the setting sun.

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