The Meadow
Floating on the low flying cloud that looks like Shriek
Over the meadow full of purple cone flower decked
A road in the very far distance does it go into town
Where the peace of the meadow with sound is drown
Thank you cloud for the ride over the mountain, many trees
Your comfortable cushion I've ridden with a day's ease
Let me down gently into the meadow so fair
I don't want to go back to life with reality so bare
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2010
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