When as a young boy
I’d stroll through a meadow
Clothed with wandering sheep
Along a slow meandering brook
To a lake
Where a silent willow tree stood
And there beneath I sat
In the shade of slender leaves
To ponder a while.
Mayfly hovered and danced
Over the water
Tempting trout
Brooding
With latent intent.
I’d gently hold a blade of grass
Between my teeth
And raised my knees to
My chest
Straw hat shading the sun
Dreamily glancing across the lake
And watched
As the morning slowly
Drifted into afternoon.
What a way to reminisce! You have put it beautifully in your poem. Thank you.
Wonderful way to spend an afternoon, beautifully described. I can taste the grass between my lips. Thanks David.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful portrait of nature soothed my eyes. Great to see you here again.