I’m heading to the Meadow,
A green and wonderous place,
Where we used to daydream.
There we dreamt our greatest plans,
Being bold and lacked no fear.
I’ve not trod this path
For more than a thousand days.

The meadow, I remember,
A green and vibrant land.
It fed our imaginations.
Inspired thoughts and fantasies,
And aspirations, Oh So Grand!
But these are just memories
From before the thousand days.

So, onto the meadow.
Follow the path beside the stream.
I recall the way,
To this Halcyon place,
A place where I can dream again.
And recall of times
Of more than a thousand days.

Alas. The meadow has gone now.
A running track takes its place.
The stream but a culvert.
No longer the place of dreams,
All trampled under running shoes.
Instead I’ll make my way,
To your new meadow.
For you’ve lain here all alone
This last one thousand days.