Jane sits there
on the grass
the sunlight
overhead
she's showing
me the birds
that she's seen
that morning
she's so near
I can smell
fresh apples
about her
her black hair
hanging loose
her dark eyes
scanning the
book's pages
slim finger
pointing out
the song thrush
and its eggs
I watch her
sitting there
a grey dress
covering
her slim legs
I've seen one
down the lane
in bushes
quite high up
I tell her
sensing her
so near me
she touches
my right hand
and holds it
squeezes it
then kisses
my right cheek
(Lizbeth would
have wanted
more of me)
come show me
she asks me
so we walk
across fields
to the lane
cows mooing
birds singing
hand in hand
walking down
by the stream
although real
seems a dream.
Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 10:43 AM UTC
Jane sits there
on the grass
the sunlight
overhead
she's showing
me the birds
that she's seen
that morning
she's so near
I can smell
fresh apples
about her
her black hair
hanging loose
her dark eyes
scanning the
book's pages
slim finger
pointing out
the song thrush
and its eggs
I watch her
sitting there
a grey dress
covering
her slim legs
I've seen one
down the lane
in bushes
quite high up
I tell her
sensing her
so near me
she touches
my right hand
and holds it
squeezes it
then kisses
my right cheek
(Lizbeth would
have wanted
more of me)
come show me
she asks me
so we walk
across fields
to the lane
cows mooing
birds singing
hand in hand
walking down
by the stream
although real
seems a dream.
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