The High Meadow Poem by Jack Kennedy

She talks to the Meadow...
A beautiful and welcoming place...
We're old friends, meadow and me...
'you knew you were special to me
I could see it on your face'

I explored the mountain one day,
going higher each hour He pulled me in,
filling my breath with expectation...
Then released me in high meadow
I walked between grassy tussocks
and Golden flower, together we watched the sun.

Treeless green fields framed by ancient mountain peaks
Beckoned me to stay and sit beside his slate and stone..
'He promises serenity and secrets kept..
It's only me, to whom the Meadow speaks.'

Soil, sticks and stones grounded me
and strengthened my base...
Meadow asked my bones to come home someday...to stay.
They will, I said...and promised them to the soil when I return this way.
But then, 'you always knew I would....you could see it on my face'