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