I’d never seen a morning bow
An early gift wrap for the sky
Moments later it disappeared
As the sagging clouds began to cry
On
The lush green woods across the lake
Masking a lost tobacco farm
A century ago it was at its peak
A piece of old Missouri’s charm
Now
Mother Nature has it reclaimed
Hosting creatures big and small
Lakeside’s bounty redefining life
Far outside the shopping mall
Copyright 2010 Patrick A Granfors
Georg
I like clouds crying on abandoned tobacco.
Ron
Love,
Sage
GOD BLESS YOU
TONY