Drifting in a memory
of rolling distant hills
stretched out like a waveless ocean of green
the sun blazing way up high
In the stillness of a languid sky

Wandering in the dusty thoughts
of dried up ponds and lanes
bordering hedgerows offering their wares
of treasure shyly peering
a meandering cache suddenly disappearing

Arising in the sweet scented bouquet
Colours of childhood dance
and sing into the breeze
Friuts of summer fall, flowing like a banquet
A drink from natures never ending Goblet

Lowly under the shade of the speading oak
The meadowlark shares his sweet call
as perccusive swaying grasses unite
to fill the air with melody so mellisonant
Cordial thoughts of summers reminiscence