THE GRASS WAS WARM

 

In early morn when I began to dream,

I remember lying by a gentle stream,

And the wind was blowing soft and low,

Then I realized that it was time to go . . .

In the distance I heard birds singing sweet,

And the grass was warm beneath my feet –

Then the tall cottontails began to sway,

And I knew the wind would have its way!

On a porch sat an old man in a chair,

And the old house was in need of repair!

Across a deep ditch – set in place was a log,

And in the distance was rising a dim fog –

Then out of the blue it started to rain . . .

And then I awake – am I going insane?

 

Epaphroditus© March 7, 2024