Landing Place Poem by Matt Mooney

I can see afar those flowing fields
Sloping down from old stone walls
To that deep and embedded dip-
Cupping the presence of the pond
For thirsty cows and cattle around.

Rushe and reed hide water hens;
Landing place for goose and duck,
And its swans unexpectedly return
In peace as straying memories do.

Spell bound pond, land of dreams,
Treasury of young dreams of love;
Frost its face had firmly frozen over-
Delightful sliding place for all of us.