How Green the Meadow Quantern
How green the meadow we have found,
Below the sky that curves so round,
And claims no space from meadow green.
A distant part, this nature's scene.
Lonely birds sing with wistful sound.
How green the meadow we have found.
A fragrant scent from flower's bloom,
Still lingers here like sweet perfume.
Sun moves slow to evening's glow,
As winds bend grasses to and fro.
How green the meadow we have found,
With colors bursting all around.
With tethered hands that we'll hold tight,
We'll part the grasses with pure delight.
This precious realm, this sacred ground.
How green the meadow we have found.
contest Show Me Quantern Poetry
1/23/16
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2016
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