The Meadow Poem by Doris Nixon

The Meadow



If on the meadow I do stretch
I would seem like reaching for the sky
Oh so blue
It could seem I could catch a bundle of clouds
from the sky
Oh me, I sigh
Would it be possible to touch the clouds
And have my fingers go through the clouds
So far up in the heavens

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Doris Nixon

Doris Nixon

New York, New York
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