Flying on moonbeams fair
Over flowers and with bees,
Caressing a sleeping child’s
hair,
Seeing what only a Fairy sees.
Standing on a mountain peak,
Weeping at the beauty of
grass and sea.
Wind sweeping, I cannot
speak,
As if God prepared this spot
for me.
Gliding hands along heads of
wheat,
Almost golden, yet still
green.
Discovering a single red
poppy
Bravely,
gracefully greets and humbles me,
for what I have seen.
for what I have seen.
by Susan Kane 2014
Each week, Delores created
a writing challenge for participants. That week she also asked for a
poem telling what we would do if there were no restrictions placed upon
us. Hmmmm...
What would you write?
What would you write?
This is from 2014. We went to Switzerland and our Air BnB apt was near a farm. We had to walk up a steep hill to get to the apt. and this photo was one I took then. When we returned from an adventure, the wheat was in process of being harvested. I was stunned by the beauty in the field. Restrictions? I could not walk into the field.
