With a poem that is! Yes, I know, another poem, but this is a poetry type blog afterall :)
So here we go.
"Walking through the woods
in my cowgirl boots
My jean skirt flowing
with the south wind blowing
Singing a merry tune
my feet are dancing in a swoon
Crackling dry leaves are breaking
from my joyful swaying
Feeling the coolness of the air
and seeing geese flying south up there
I feel a rush of blissfulness
uncontainable of my playfulness
Standing on top of a hill
I stood perfectly still
my singing stops
my heart drops
As I remember my goal
to give my soul
to the Lord of All
in remembrance of Fall.?
in my cowgirl boots
My jean skirt flowing
with the south wind blowing
Singing a merry tune
my feet are dancing in a swoon
Crackling dry leaves are breaking
from my joyful swaying
Feeling the coolness of the air
and seeing geese flying south up there
I feel a rush of blissfulness
uncontainable of my playfulness
Standing on top of a hill
I stood perfectly still
my singing stops
my heart drops
As I remember my goal
to give my soul
to the Lord of All
in remembrance of Fall.?
-Nela-
2 comments:
That's a very pretty poem, is it yours?
Squeaks.
No! It's actually Nela's, from Beloved Star & I posted her link on the post!
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