The Meadow
Did you ever dance in the daisies;
On a Summer Day hot and hazy?
Then flop yourself down in the tall grass;
Staring at puffy clouds floating pass.
Feeling at ease as warm July breeze,
Kisses your face and tickles your knees.
Lying flat upon your back, you smirk
And giggle at the cricket’s chill chirp.
Sensing a sneeze, you rise to your knees,
Hypnotized by hymns from buzzing bees.
The meadow ever peaceful and grand.
A respite for the soul of a man.
Copyright © Kenneth Cheney | Year Posted 2022
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