The Fields Of Memory (Poetry)
14th July 2014
I have strolled the fields of memory
This drowsy afternoon,
Revisited bright meadows where
A childhood’s flowers bloom.
I’ve daydreamed among butterflies
And listened to the bees,
Smelled the summer’s sweet bouquet
That wafts upon the breeze,
The sky above a flawless blue,
The sun a mellow gold,
Youth’s vision sharp inside my head
Although these eyes grow old.
This drowsy afternoon,
Revisited bright meadows where
A childhood’s flowers bloom.
I’ve daydreamed among butterflies
And listened to the bees,
Smelled the summer’s sweet bouquet
That wafts upon the breeze,
The sky above a flawless blue,
The sun a mellow gold,
Youth’s vision sharp inside my head
Although these eyes grow old.