Meadow Sleep


Roam among the cow slips
Close to home
Every young one
Hears the call to be wild
It is safer at mama’s porch
The meadow of childhood

Those were the days
When bluebells skipped
Their heads through
Ice and snow 

Wild girl child
Danced in their wood
By the meadow
Where the wild children know 

Time is sweet
Only for those who do not count The season
And for those who
Return after many moons are passed.

Wild one,
your November winds,
how they blow your name innocence 

along this country lane of
your last dance,
your last chance.

Wild girl sleep
In your meadow
With your cow slip pillow. 

Meadow sweet
Meadow wild
Meadow vast.

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