In a Meadow
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I can feel the breath of violin, upon my face
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The fluttering wings of fingers playing, 'A Lark Ascending'
In sweet release, I close my eyes, and drift away to inner peace
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All strife takes flight, the music takes me to a meadow growing….
Two clarinets, in soft duet …..are timeless, ageless, knowing
I'm standing still, in waving grass, a cello plays a soft breeze blowing
I weave and sway…the music plays …a french horn makes sweet love to me
As if a lark, I leave the ground, upon the lilting sound, and fly away…
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Inspired by the Classical composition, "A Lark Ascending"
Composed by Vaughn Williams
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2011
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