A Bed Of Violets
Poem By Alan Browne
Graveled paths cutting through the wooden acres,
Gales blowing through oceans of green.
Surrounded by nature and all things pure,
A truly harmonious scene.
As I strolled through the gravel track,
Content with my familiar path,
The mother of all was guiding my trail.
While paying no mind,
A dirt path caught my eye,
To a region unknown to me,
Intrigued the more,
To what I had never seen before,
The path took me further a stray.
The muddy trail then reached its end,
Eagerly waiting to ascend,
The conclusion that waited for me.
Vales of violets,
All over to see,
As I gazed at its beauty.
A vision to store,
To mind for evermore,
Decision made with no uncertainty.
I wallowed in the evenings bliss,
Gently blowing a goodbye
Kiss, to the land i might never again see.
So I’ll say so long,
I am nearing my leap over the pond,
Hope we can again share a sky,
And reminisce about times gone by.