From the Veranda Window
Once I saw my sister out in the meadow
Picking wild daisies and black-eyed susans
She was happy then, I could easily tell,
I watched her from the veranda window
She tossed her lovely hair out of her eyes
And carefully arranging each flower
In a bouquet, she flitted like a bee from
Colorful stem to stem, I heard her sighs.
My sister went faraway to wait for me
A couple of years ago, quite unexpectedly
And ever since, I have missed her sighs,
But I recall the memories so pleasantly,
She is in the meadow choosing a bouquet
And she calls for me to join her someday.
FIRST PLACE WINNER
Brian Strand's Poetry Contest
written July 7, 2021
SILVER WINNER
New Members' Poetry Contest
All Poetry
July, 2021
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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