Still Singing Grass The Ordinary Way Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Still Singing Grass The Ordinary Way



Still singing grass the ordinary way
Flowers in the meadows and feelings of blue
Inside this departing summer going through
All the burns on dawn's early morning day
Being worn with faring in its earth's clay
Young and tepid in their prime gassing's due
Where the moss grows and chilly zephyr blew
Songs from my youth in wilderness waylay

From the early day that returns to night
Though it lingers still like candle lit sun
Giving moments for dawn's dim herald see
Daybreak strikes here into dreams on their flight
Memories of thoughts autumn keeps in shun
And makes vaulting waves on oceans again free

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