Field of Green
By Cinara
Field of Green The moning haze is lightly spread Across the meadow’s April bed Beneath the mist a field of green And woodland’s edge soon to be seen Behind the cloud of foggy dew A white tailed deer within my view A frilly fringe of purple lace Of redbud’s spattering limbs of grace And just beyond this field I’ve known An ancient barn of granite stone Will soonl appear when morning haze Dissolves into remembered days And brings to view as crystal clear As childhood memeories held so dear A field of green in early morn A place where many dreams were born Written April 13th, 2002 © on Apr 13 2002 12:43 AM PST 0 • 10
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