Beautiful sounds of chirping and bees.
Standing, stareing into the pool,
Where willow touches the surface.
I see the beginning of small ripples, Lil ducks are swimming with purpose.
Gentle breezes bring a wonderous smell,
Of wildflowers pretty and sweet.
Behind me I hear a horses bray, And know my love I will meet.
I turn just as a horse trots up,
My love atop his mare.
Reaching down to take my hand, And lift me to him with love and care.
He pulls me close, arms circle round,
Holding safely and secure.
The world around us stopping, Our surroundings are now but a blur.
Nature dulls and can't compare,
When loves sweet presence is felt.
Circled in my lovers arms, All of my senses seem to melt.
Copy write © 1997 By Sheila Lynn