Where The Meadowlark Sings Poem by Micah Krahn

Of golden fields of grain, perched on olden wooded posts of discontinued rusting fences is where the meadowlark sings.

Upon the rolling cornfields from where the forged wind sways over every eared husk, beneath bushels of each stalk is where the meadowlark sings.

Above the animal stalls, where the rafters strengthen the barnyard cobwebbed beams is where the meadowlark sings.

On nearby windowed sills where children ponder their dreams and sleep is quite neigh, is where the meadowlark sings.

From cloudless day to stormy treachery is where the meadowlark sings.

Untreaded plots strewn with abandoned tractors atop the roofs where the robins chirp; is where the meadowlark sings.

Cobwebbed meandered trees where eagles once flew is where the meadowlark sings.

Nestled near the glade undergrowth of forlorn field ribbons, heart shaped pendants and other treasures lay is where the meadowlark sings.

Treasured above all, where the lark gently nests, beneath her embrace is where the meadowlark sings.

A story of love, nurtured by song and discovery lay await as night turns to day, patiently waiting until her eggs begin to hatch where she once lay.

Awaking one precious day to a chorus of song; or choir of hymns upon his delight his family rejoices for all in the name of love is where the overjoyed meadowlarks gloriously sing.