Come sit on my blanket, by the clear water stream,
feel the warm country breeze, just like in a dream,
Watch the weeping willows as they bow oh so near,
see the fish as they swim, in the water so clear.
Come walk in my pasture where the grass is so green,
Feel the warmth of the sun, like soft velveteen,
Watch the children as they run, with kites flying high,
see the rainbow of colours in the flowers nearby.
Everything about this poem is blissful..including the picture. Nothing can beat a Spring picnic..apart from (perhaps) a Summer one!
You have captured the atmosphere beautifully. Well done! Love, Diana.
In the Whirlwind is a poetic storm that frees history from the cages of corruption and puts it in the hands of everyday people. Words are weaved into a new fashion statement that has nothing to do with runways but everything to do with projects!
You have captured the atmosphere beautifully. Well done! Love, Diana.