The Meadow
It is late in the summer and the meadows still green.
We had heavy rains late in the spring.
The flowers are all gone now their seeds safely in the ground.
Sleeping patiently waiting for next springs rain to come down.
The oak trees are full of the acorns they’ve born.
Buck deer are scraping moss from their horns.
You can watch the grass turn from green to gold then covered with snow.
Until the suns warmth returns to let them grow.
The meadow is a haven for all life great or small.
It could not exist without them one and all.
When I become part of the meadow, I can find peace of mind.
By simply enjoying the balance between the earth, nature, and time.
THE END
By JESS W. WARD
A.K.A. Beefy Bard
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Jess is a new member of the Siskiyou Writers Club, and a great poet. Congratulations Jess!