Monday, March 2, 2009


I yearn for a house in the country,
wild, dancing fields of grass,
full moon darkness of a pine forest at noon,
scent of dampness from the laughing brook's bank.

I yearn for the big dog
silently shadowing, pacing through fields of horses, my children waiting on the other side;
where I can be naked, my hair bathed in starshine,
feet anointed with the morning mist.

I yearn for a home in the depths of the country.
Hush listen:
twittering birds, rutling leaves,
kissing of wind on gentle, smooth skin,
happy in nature's household.


Peter J. Crowley said...

Me too. Very well done, I yearn for freedom also. enjoy pjc

Delighted Scribbler said...

Nice wording! Very, I don't know... comforting, I think.

Peter J. Crowley said...

Hi Beth,
Thanks for the comment. Just popped back to find I had been here before only then I didn't end up on your profile page. "Lady and the Tramp" one of my all time favorite movies. Wow such good taste. enjoy pjc