Monday, 17 September 2018

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

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