i was sitting in the meadow underneath a tree
a meadow lark was singing his silver song to me
singing loud and clear his silver melody
everynote in tune every note in key
my heart began to melt when he began to croon
took my breath away when he sang his lovely tune
i wont forget the day i sat beneath the tree
or the meadow lark that sang his song to me
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La, what delightful scenes this conjures sweetly up! Rendered beautifully with a tenderness and irresistible poignancy, not to mention excellent imagery, this is altogether too lovely. Thank you so very much for sharing.
wow what a beautiful comment
made my day so lovely glad you like poem
i will keep comment for a keepsake xxx
In my youth I remember the song of this bird that like my place of birth is so far away now. Nostalgia in verse very nice thank you.
hi ferry cross the mersey mentions silver song of the lark
gerry and the pacemakers 60s group hence poem
thanks for lovely comment means a lot xx
Brilliant
thanks for comment means a lot
You're welcome
I just felt I am sitting in the woods that I love so much. Lovely words.
thank for lovely commet
Such a wonderful sound beautifully enhanced by your words jim.
Andy
thanks for sound
Me and Uncle Hank Williams are brightened by this. Nice work.
remember hank williams i love country music
thanks for comment
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