Cross the meadow. On the other side of the hill,
down by, the old watermill. Watching the water swirl,
a little boy, and a little girl. Skipping rocks and fishing,
closing their eyes, and wishing. Climbing trees to
touch the skies, then jumping down, to chase butterflies.
The sun begins to set with a chill, as a little birdie cries
out with a trill. But for them, time has stood still.
I cite here your loveliest lines and words: the finalconclusion of all these beauteous cryings-out: ....as a little birdie cries out with a trill. But for them, time has stood still. Such a fascinating phrase! God Bless you greatest, my dea friend
WOW! Dear Becca, what a most beautiful tender touching heart poem is this! Congratulations to share this emotive feel! 5 Stars, dearest for you!
Lovely one Rebecca. It brought smile on my face. Refreshing childhood glorious memories. Thoroughly enjoyed the journey. Into my favourite.
WOW! ! ! I love this precious poem! ! ! It is so relaxing to read!
returned and read this lovely poem again---that is what we do to the well-written, heart-touching, wise poetry the talented poets write---thank you for sharing this lovely gem with us
Delightful piece......wonderful to read....thanks for sharing......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am happy that my two responses have gone through..................to you. This amazing poem goes to my Favourites. Thank you for sharing