Come Poem by james stillwell

Come


Come with me my dear
Come with me see the mountain stream so clear.
Smell the fresh mountain air
Scented lightly by the pines so fair.
See the sun so bright sparkling on the lake
Hear the sound of trout leaping as an insect of a meal they make.
Taste the sweetness of a berry on your tongue
Finding and picking it had been so much fun.
Feel the cool soft breeze on your cheek
As you find the peace you seek.
Come with me my dear
As your heart and soul you clear.

Jim Stillwell