The Bridge
Post date: Mar 29, 2017 4:32:30 AM
Illustration by Pell G
Through an open meadow,
runs a little brook
It gurgles and chuckles
merrily, while I look
On the other side, are
the prettiest flowers I've seen
To go over and sniff them,
I am so very keen
So I skip across a bridge,
brown and made of stone,
to the fragrant flower patch
where I can be all alone
Far away from people,
houses, shops and cars,
I roll upon the grass,
enjoying the smell of flowers