I spent today in a hidden meadow, <br />With wildflowers up to my knees; <br />And butterflies that swooped and dived, <br />And all around me, trees. <br /> <br />There to my enraptured eyes appeared <br />In a corner by the bulrush canes, <br />A sight not beheld by me before; <br />A pair, of sand hill cranes. <br /> <br />And oh, how they bobbed and danced, <br />Along on the meadow fair; <br />And oh, how they ran, gathering speed, <br />As they lofted the azure air. <br /> <br />Oh the enchantment of the hidden meadow - <br />Oh the beauty of the wildflowers there, <br />Oh the rapture and the majesty; <br />As the sand hill cranes danced there! <br /> <br />Should I grow old, instituted be, <br />In a rest home deep in a stifling town; <br />God, comfort me with this tranquil scene, <br />As life’s evening sun sinks down. <br /> <br />In my memory, journey back with me, <br />To that enchanted meadow again; <br />With its wildwood flowers, it’s woodland bowers, <br />And the dance of the sand hill crane!<br /><br />Wildwood Slim<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dance-with-the-sand-hill-cranes/
