I dream of wild fields of red clover;
Those beautiful serene places outside,
I dream of living free like a rover,
And not stuck behind some desk inside.
I dream of enjoying nature’s raw beauty
And not suffering workdays stressing
Over some rigorous mundane duty,
So tiresome and depressing.
Oh, to dream of a flowering prairie;
Or of getting lost in a wooded place,
I’ll take time to admire an osprey’s aerie,
And feel a tree trunk in my embrace.
The wind on my face like a touch of heaven,
See raindrops on a pond’s surface stir rings,
And envy that flying flock of eleven,
For they know freedom on the tips of their wings.
Copyright © 2010 L.Warren
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