In the meadow of the valley,
Where wild flowers are roaming free.
There are multitudes of colors
And their backdropp forest greens.
There I sit and watch reflections
Of the clouds above the lake.
And the creatures drinking from it,
A deer, a swan, a snake.
To accentuate this beauty,
Are the mountains far away.
That rise above the woodlands,
“Look up” they seem to say.
While climbing one great mountain,
I see the meadow that’s below.
Looking even now more lovely,
Than when I was below.
So when you’re in a valley,
Looking up, you’ll want to climb.
But you’ll see that this new vision
Is no more lovely than what’s behind.
Let’s plan while on our front porch
As we both sip lemonade,
To go exploring in open meadows,
And leave behind this cooling shade!
Won’t you join me in my meadow?
Let’s delight in all we see.
And frolic in the sunshine,
As our love grows by degrees!
Lovely! I see myself right there, right now in the meadow. Forgive, but I would suggest drake or something similar over snake perhaps? Snakes tend make us visualize something negative instead of the paradise the rest of the poem does. I love your style. It's so classic.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is wonderful work - I've read it many times over the last few months, and I was looking for more information on you, the poet Robert Edgar Burns. Please reach out to me on Instagram if you're there. I would love to read more of your work, even outside of what you have here.
I meant to give you my name but hit send accidentally instead. I am Robert's widow, Kathie Loomis Burns. Thank you again.
Sorry to inform you. My husband, Robert Edgar Burns, passed away April 20,2012. He has hundreds of poems, stories & songs on various sites online tho including videos of him singing on YouTube. If you do Google search or other searches you can find him. Thanks for your kind comments.