I Recall, You Named It Your Bluebird Sky

I Recall, You Named It Your Bluebird Sky When this life gets hard, I refuse to yield I go to rest in shade of poplar field- Cool breeze and sunny skies laughing above I think of you, and great depths of our love: Dear sweet echoes in your singing at dawn, Poplar field, its mother deer and her fawn; How Nature gave truth and wed both our hearts So wisely joined two such differing parts. Looking through tall trees and pondering why I recall, you named it, your bluebird sky. Nature found and truly blessed me and you, Cemented love and with its own super glue; When those poplar leaves flutter soft and sing, I see grace and beauty, know what it brings. Robert J. Lindley, 2-04-2018 SONNET, ( Love, Life, Youth And Nature's Truth Found In Poplar Field)