Peace is like a summer’s day,
A dove quietly flying away;
The leaves rustling in the trees;
A life of freedom for you and me.
Peace is the love of man compiled,
Sometimes sweet, and sometimes mild;
It is to discern an identity,
To live in complete serenity.
Peace is a child fast asleep,
Dozed by counting jumping sheep;
Joy, laughter, and innocent glee;
The sense of calm within the sea.
Peace is like a perpetual dream;
Where sanity is close-knit at the seam;
Where effort and determination persevere,
And prayer is potently sincere.
Author notes
This is the Revised version of a poem "Peace Is". I had forgotten I'd even written it, but found it when I checked my list of poems at another site. I must have written it several years ago.
I think this version sounds a little better, but there was a genuine, childish, naivety to the original that my current skill can't match. Also, I think the four-syllable rythm might be hard to find in lines 7 and 8, but I like the sound of it anyway.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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"Peace is like a summer’s day,
A dove quietly flying away;
The leaves rustling in the trees;
A life of freedom for you and me."
What a lovely poem ... full of images that speak softly to the heart!
....JustBreathe
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I have read both versions, and although this is more polished, and the form tidied up, I agree that the first held that purity and raw emotion that comes from seeing the world through younger eyes. Either way, your message is a beautiful one, a longing for something that should not be that hard to achieve, yet the world being what it is, and people being what they are, it remains ever elusive...
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Very good.
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