Warm memories
come back to me
of another place in time
I have often thought
of those Summer days
when the sun would always shine
Gathering wildflowers
in the meadows
their fragrance in the air
Walking amidst their beauty
white, soft pink and yellow
colour everywhere
Wearing my old straw bonnet
a rose upon the top
a dress of finest cream calico
a ribbon adorns my hair
Flowers in hand
the bees understand
they are always willing to share
humming a song of happiness
as they buzz throughout the air
This is when I am happiest
days without a care
As I wander on through the meadows
so much beauty everywhere...
come back to me
of another place in time
I have often thought
of those Summer days
when the sun would always shine
Gathering wildflowers
in the meadows
their fragrance in the air
Walking amidst their beauty
white, soft pink and yellow
colour everywhere
Wearing my old straw bonnet
a rose upon the top
a dress of finest cream calico
a ribbon adorns my hair
Flowers in hand
the bees understand
they are always willing to share
humming a song of happiness
as they buzz throughout the air
This is when I am happiest
days without a care
As I wander on through the meadows
so much beauty everywhere...
Poem by Dianne D ... ♥
Painting: A Meadow Flower - John White Alexander (1912)
(1856 - 1915 ) American Painter.
(1856 - 1915 ) American Painter.
