The Meadow
There's a meadow near my house
That Overflows green in summer
Underneath White towers of fluffy clouds,
Drifting skyward across the blue.
Full-leafed trees sway with the breeze
And tall grass dances beneath my feet
Dying rabbits and hawks' cries
Echo across the rivers limestone cliffs,
Mixing with the screams of children
As they chase pets and playmates.
Jim1976
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