A Summer Stroll
The memories of yesterday elate my mind
Visions of meadows with daisies and dandelions,
wild violets and a four leaf clover I find.
Listen, a babbling creek whispers secrets of time.
It continues over the glisten granites in the sun.
Fell logs and beaver dams doesn't detain its run.
Banks hold ferns, Mt. Laurels and nest of young.
Trance of inter peace, the bells of my heart are rung.
A cool summer breeze blows the green mint grass.
Stop, lie on the hillside look into royal blue glass.
Decorated with sweeps and puffs of pink and white.
As I watch birds ride the wind high and so light.
To be one with nature as the sun bathes my soul.
Sounds of the honeybee gathering flowers fold.
Making the natural sweetener to fill our bowls.
Butterflies dancing in the air the color of gold.
The cows lowing on the hillside, lazily they stroll.
Picking and chewing grass with no particular goal.
In todays world of hurry up and exhausting stress,
I hold the memories as a friend and welcome guest.
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