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A Meadow By the Sea

My place has no ceiling but an azure sky
where sunshine rain and wind washes over me
in winter, I gather up the snow and sigh.
My mind takes me here when life is a sad plea 
muse floats to this soft breathless place where I lay
with wild flowers in a meadow by the sea 
In summer, birds sing a dulcet song that drifts
and before long my sweet pen-  I am lifting

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April 9, 2020


Poetry/Verse/A Meadow By The Sea
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1242-618-09
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France

Submitted to the Brian Strand Pick 6 Contest
sponsor,  Brian Strand, NA, Judged 04/2020

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John Watt Date: 4/9/2020 11:28:00 PM A rainy day here, but your words have me dreaming of the lovely place by the sea where "birds sing a dulcet song that drifts". So glad this place inspired you to lift your golden pen, Constance. Hugs ~ John Login to Reply Constance La France Date: 4/10/2020 4:47:00 PM John, thanks for the nice comment and the hugs _Constance

Caren Krutsinger Date: 4/9/2020 6:08:00 PM Wherever this is, I would like to visit, Constance. Happy Good Friday my poetic friend! Login to Reply Constance La France Date: 4/9/2020 6:27:00 PM Caren, thanks for visiting and this comment _Constance

W.A. Cholt Date: 4/9/2020 2:20:00 PM Beautiful, peaceful scene. A place where the soul and spirit can rejuvenate. Nicely written. Login to Reply Constance La France Date: 4/9/2020 6:25:00 PM WA, thank you for the compliment on my poem _Constance

Sam Kauffman Date: 4/9/2020 2:14:00 PM What a beautiful picture and the way this place inspires your pen. Good luck in the contest Constance! Login to Reply Constance La France Date: 4/9/2020 6:26:00 PM Sam, thanks for the visit and the compliment _Constance