Scratchpad Poetry Forum Until the Daylight Ends -- A P..

I stood there in the meadow

      Where the cattle paths were trodden down

And the breeze would bend the flowers

      And the grass would spring back from the ground.

And the great Pines in the distance

      Would whisper to each other

Songs long forgotten

      Songs of fallen Brothers.

Spotless was this sky of mine

      And yes “mine” I rightly say

Not a ghost appeared upon it

      For it was me that they obeyed.

Yes I stood there in the meadow

      Hearing songs in the wind

Ordering the sky above

      Until the daylight ends.