"Charles Heffner. Poetry " - читать интересную книгу автора

and wonder, where is it going?
And...when, will it be back?
But for now, it doesn't matter.
Your mind, is somewhere else, floating away with the clouds,
dreaming and hoping of something better.
You can see the blades of grass, swaying gently,
as the breeze whips, across the field.
In the distance, a bird sings, "its last evening song,"
a cricket chirps, as it knows, "nightfall," will soon be here.
and, somewhere else in the distance,
a bullfrog is croaking, "its call of happiness."
What a wonderful symphony of sounds,
what a wonderful display of color.
The sky is now painted,
with the most beautiful hues,
of yellow, of red, and of orange.
So vivid, so contrasting,
it plays tricks on your mind,
the colors, are mesmerizing.
The smell of the freshly cut grass,
fills your nostrils, with a sweet scent,
so refreshing, so tantalizing.
Your head is swirling, with giddy feelings,
Ahhhhh......Yes, lost in thought.
You think to yourself,
this, "is Paradise", this is, "Heaven".
Lying in a meadow of freshly cut grass,
watching the clouds, gently float by,
the sensations all around you.
A feeling of security, and a feeling of warmth,
alone, and lost in thought.
This is the way, your life should be!
Barefoot in the grass,
"Carefree" and "Happy".



Stones of Beauty

Gods creations,
Smooth and round,
Shaped with time,
Enhanced with images,
Our minds imagine,
No two alike,
Each one unique,
Sought for its beauty,
Openly shared,
"For all to see."