Through the meadow
Barefoot in its green
The unreal trees smiling at us
Where we laugh together, always seen.
Your hand takes mine as you run along
The soft green meadow
You smile at me as we run
We are no longer children even though.
You push me down and run ahead
But my fall is only short
I land in the soft green grass oh so
And you run into our lush clored comfy fort
My hand falls on the knob
To our lush comfy fort so light
I open it with a turn of my wrist
And fall into a soft chair on your right
You laugh and smile
And we play games
I fall into a sleepy stage
And it is only now we learn echothers names
A contest entry
- Chaotic Poetry by Melodies.
600 points, ended January 11, 2008, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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HA! Could happen.
I am so impressed by this poem… made me really appreciate your talent. The imagery here is so fine! A poem that makes the reader all mellow and happy. 
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