Broom Grass 4.2.21
They wave to me Tall and brown Dancing in the Soft warm breeze Beckoning No, calling me To lie down Among them I enter And as I move Their soft feathery tips Touch and caress me Once among them I succumb And lay with them Warmed by the sun I gaze up As cream colored clouds Quietly sashay Across the blue sky They cuddle and hide me They whisper in the wind I am alone but am not lonely
2 Comments
Bob Bush
…at peace John! ☺️
Billy
Wow John that’s really good!…. It reminded me of my days as a child laying in the green grass warmed by the sun and watching the clouds go by and seeing In the clouds all kind of faces and animals. What great days. Thanks for sharing