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
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2020
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