While On Chamomile Fields We Lie
While on chamomile fields we lie
Plucking the thyme flowers to dry
Sage brushes tickling our noses
As we strike rose hips and poses
Black dahlia clouds dotting her eye
While on chamomile fields we lie
Between two stone pillars below
Lay tangled brush nests of swallow
Pink flower buds thrive in the heat
Atop these two hills of fresh peat
While on chamomile fields we lie
Watching dandelions float by
Timidly as a young starling
Rustles around a grass clearing
Coming as fast as she can fly
While on chamomile fields we lie
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This is the first Quatern I've ever written. Quite hard but fun. I initially was going to enter the Quatern contest but decided against it.
Copyright © A.E. Rivenbark | Year Posted 2014
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