Together In my dream We’re picking wild strawberries On a sunny day In a greening spring pasture Beside a row of apple trees Wearing blossoms of pink and white Like a tapestry that lined our stage Every kind of bird sang A rapturous song A kindling love was building And a fire was soon burning In our hearts We were happy and smiling Our laughter rose Like thin smoke into the air Our feet danced Like sunlight on still water Our smiles shined Like the glistening dew. Our eyes shone Like emerald stars The tiny berries were plump And filled with red, luscious sweetness Waiting to touch our lips Together
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Posted: May 2011
About this poem:
There's no denying 'Romance of Spring' is in the air!
Hello Yankee, This poem reminds me of a date I once had in a blueberry field, drinking wine coolers and watching the hummingbirds close by. You paint a lovely picture..God bless..JG..
It's funny that this was only a dream because it felt so real and I don't usually remember my dreams. I really do love wild strawberries though....haha
niah9Auckland, New ZealandMay 6, 2011
as I read your poem I was thinking romance is not dead...followed by spring is in the air...nice one Yankee4you....hope it comes true for you....Niah
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This poem reminds me of a date I once had in a blueberry field, drinking wine coolers and watching the hummingbirds close by. You paint a lovely picture..God bless..JG..