THE MEADOW

In the meadow

there were flowers,

varied  as  clouds

and colours of the bow,

sprinkled  like  stars

when God went aplanting,

there  as  planted

when He went to sow.

In the meadow

there was wind,

blowing the thistle

and spreading its seeds,

falling  like  rain

when God made the sea.

There  as  planted

to grow like a weed.

In the meadow

 there  were  flowers

and  when  the   would  whistle,

the  only  seeds  to  rise  were  the  children  of  the  thistle.

Copyright © Jason Horsler

1993