In the Meadow
Sunshine, daises, and purple marshmallow
In my meadow which the humans left fallow
Lovely flowers I greet
Glad to give their fruit sweet
To the sounds of my stream so shallow
The sky is grey, the sun is dead
For it would follow where my sweet-ling led
Plants crunch 'neath my boots
Dead for still having roots
In this meadow where from all he fled
Something has upset the drowsy air
So I rise from among petals fair
Creatures bolted in fear
At me she stops to peer
Not one of my homes did she spare
A monarch floats nearer, an old broken toy
I reach my hand forward to crush out its joy
He once was as weak
Wings brush my dry cheek
In this meadow, at last, I can cry for my boy
By Grace Williams
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