A Troubadour's Song Poem by John Lars Zwerenz

Walking through meadows, carefree I shall roam,
As a troubadour in the south of France,
Where gypsies rove and blue streams dance.
In Elysian fields I shall make my home.

I shall not meditate on the hardships of life,
Or relinquish my joy in a marble square
Where the fragrant souvenir of a lady fair
Is a lovely harbinger of a future wife.

And when Venus ascends with a graceful light
Above the gold boughs which bend in the night
I shall witness the ethereal with my eyes
In a courtyard where fountains sing to the skies.

JOHN LARS ZWERENZ