Somewhere
Somewhere away a meadow pink glows,
Cherries there bloom and grasses are soft,
Birds to us sing and wind for us blows,
Rabbits play catch with birds and with deer,
What would I give for flowery scent,
And for an hour there spent.
Somewhere away a wasteland extends,
Nothing but dirt and trees skinny brown,
One looks around the view never ends,
Scents are forbidden, cool it's, not cold.
You'd only wish there for little chill,
So you would know you still feel.
Somewhere I know a man sits below,
Tree without leaves on barren brown ground,
Eyes he keeps closed, his cheeks gaily glow,
Swinging his head, so full of his cheer,
Then it struck me that arid land vast,
He long ago left in past; playing with deer.
Copyright © Peter Rangus | Year Posted 2015
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