Where My Future Grows

by Ben Pickard   Sep 23, 2019


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Look at the morning's far-flung dew,
Shimmering on the green,
And see the vast expanse of blue
Where angels sleep and dream.
The rural sights and all around
Are Nature's mind undimmed:
The crescent moon and puffy clouds
Are genius untrimmed.
The swallow sweeps, the cuckoo calls,
The brooks all babble glee.
No concrete here - no roads or walls,
But only fields and trees.
The marshes and the meadows hum
With joyous sights and sounds;
The endless beat of Nature's drum
Where mirth and life abound.
Oh butterfly! oh daffodil!
You bring such full repose.
The luscious moors and windswept hills
Are where my future grows.

~~~

Ben Pickard 2019

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  • 2 weeks ago

    by Truth Bringer

    so beautiful

  • 4 weeks ago

    by Brenda

    This is truly lovely Ben...I want to visit this place and soak it all in.

    • 4 weeks ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Perhaps I can meet you there one day, Brenda!

      Take care and many thanks

  • 4 weeks ago

    by stormingdance (Jessica)

    Beautifully written - you've painted a wonderful picture of nature in my mind.

    • 4 weeks ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Thanks, Jessica - glad you enjoyed it. Poemelo - thank you, also

  • 4 weeks ago

    by P o e m e l o

    Feels like I want to go on a vacation to see some greenfields.. how calming

  • 4 weeks ago

    by Maple Tree

    beautiful my sweet, it tugs at my tipples <3

    • 4 weeks ago

      by Ben Pickard

      I have long taken pride in my ability to be a rather accomplished tugger of tipples...

      Take care, Maple.

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