this came to me this morning as a sort of waking dream...
At the top of the world, or so it seems
A country lane, all leafy green
The grass is high, it sways with the breeze
And birds sing merry, hidden in trees
You come upon a garden gate
And there beyond, as the day grows late
A cottage with a roof of thatch
And heavy apples hang from branch
Yet no road leads to this dreamy place
Just a path, from a leafy lane
And as your steps lead you homeward, slow
You feel uplifted,though your heart feels low
You feel joy for having been there
And saddness for a peace you may never find again
hope you like it, it reminds me of a place i went to when i was about 6 years old. please no nasty comments!
2006-09-06
03:21:01
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