In Grandmother’s field Where I would play The child’s sweet laughter swept away Underneath each blade of grass there lies Footsteps where a child passed by And loved each leaf and felt each breeze And savored each apple from the tree How could one love a field you ask? Memories so thick they will not pass Of running playing endlessly Never wanting to be anyone but me I miss it now I loved it so To enjoy nature I’ll never know How lucky was I that time that place In Grandmother’s field The child’s sweet face.
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So cozy, its nice to sit there watching the moon...
I found this poem on line at www.poetryamerica.com and thought of our childhood days.
Happy Valentine's Day, Wendy.
In Grandmother's Field
© By Carrie
In Grandmother’s field
Where I would play
The child’s sweet laughter swept away
Underneath each blade of grass there lies
Footsteps where a child passed by
And loved each leaf and felt each breeze
And savored each apple from the tree
How could one love a field you ask?
Memories so thick they will not pass
Of running playing endlessly
Never wanting to be anyone but me
I miss it now I loved it so
To enjoy nature I’ll never know
How lucky was I that time that place
In Grandmother’s field
The child’s sweet face.
Hi Wendy ,
Great! this photo of the bench I love the shadow playing lines, Nice poem too (above from Annie)
I want to wish you and your beloved one's, a happy Valentine's day with lots of LOVE
Greetings JoAnn/NL
I love the bench and I love Annie's poem.
Great combination you and Annie!!
Happy Valentines Day.
I love the shadows playing in this photo, and I find the poem that annie posted very fitting and moving.
Very nice pic today. It is all about the light isn't it?
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