What Have I Seen

have seen bright-eyed daises open and baby yellow buttercups unfold, I have seen these spreading across water-mead’s a cloth of purest gold, I have seen white clouds scud across blue skies changing shape as they go, I have seen storms from a distance rain, lightning thunder, hail and snow, I have seen pure white sheep graze and lap water beside a crystal stream, I have seen swallows playing games over mountains in my beautiful dreams, I have seen wretchedness far from home my longing for peace haunts my mind, I have seen deepest sadness and search for deep and good memories to find, I have seen in my dreams I am leaning on an old gate down in a spring lane, I have seen may time in England and lush green fields turning to gold again, I have seen yellow pastures where tiny silver waters flow like a silver thread, I have seen a skylark gently flying high singing sweet songs over my head, I have seen a dream that in my future I am free to return to my home some day, I have seen the truth it is all just a pipe dream and I can never find a way.