Here In The Meadow Poem by Donald R Wolff JR

Mine, is weary in waiting Summer's first love
A given from Heaven, Familiar warmth of the sun
In a field of gold upon a bed made of hay
The smell is so pleasant on this warm summer day

From high atop of the meadow is a view overture
With a sea full of colors; Instills so much more
Escorting a breeze over fields of grain
It appears as an ocean where dreams sail away

Between an army of flowers that border the sea
Hasten 'My Love' upon the warm summer breeze
Draw near to me darling; True love waits for thee
Here in my meadow, My field of dreams

(12/04/2019)