On Southern Grass. Poem by Graham Jones

On Southern Grass.



As I lie upon this southern grass
There is sorrow in my heart
For one that was so dear to me
Has taken to depart
I look into the distant sky
So far it clouds my eyes
And feel my throat constricting
As in my heart it questions why
And yet there is a calmness
In this serenity of blue
As memories wash over me
Like early morning dew
You filled my heart with laughter
Filled my soul with acts of joy
I blushed when you first kissed me
When I was nothing but a boy
We were as one in forest glades
Held hands beneath the sun
We laughed at chasing shadows
For our lives had just begun
So now I'll wipe away the tears
As on southern grass I lie
And the only thing, I will regret
I never got to say goodbye.

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