in a little sun filled gale
there is a wooden swing
it's creaky and it's old, but then
so is everything
it is so dear and pretty
the meadow's filled with bees
there are flowers brushed
by the sun
and everything is well
the air is sweet with clover
and there is a tree above
it's old and it is gentle
yet the bark is rough as dawn
you were there with me one day
I remember in detail
I took your hand in mine
and loved you ever so much
and darling
I still do.
Posted in response to the challenge Relax.
Comments
Love how this poem flows from a setting into a narrative! It reads like a song :)
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