Deep in the meadow,
Where the blue birds fly.
Children play,
On the green grassy land.
No harm will come their way,
No game shall steal their soul.
Only clouds will keep them dreaming safe,
morn by morn.
All will be full of life,
Altogether they will live.
Please let this vision come true,
Oh dearly I beg of you.
In the times we live in,
Those children were never known.
Just mourning frowns,
and swollen hungry bellies.
All laughter has disappeared,
Dull grey from day to day.
One child will say,
“Where is momma today?”
Where had the meadow gone,
Where are those children now?
The blue birds flew away,
Somewhere somehow.
Deep in the meadow,
everything is dead.
Dreams are shattered,
Like broken glass.
All souls washed away,
No life it will attain.
No more earthly green are here,
The only words engraved:
“Here lays the dream we once had had.”
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A Passionate Soul
PoetryALL RIGHTS RESERVED ©OPYRIGHT RHODA Hello everyone! My name is Rhoda. I love creative writing it's been a part of me since...forever. I hope you like my poems I write and please comment. Do not plagerise. If you use a small piece of a poem or the wh...
