Yellow birds in the green summer grass <br />And sunlight falling softly upon marigolds, <br />You could close your eyes and dream <br />You were an Indian <br />In ancient, tranquil meadows. <br />Rain dances and peyote visions <br />Create prayers and mystic wisdom. <br />There are certain corridors of time <br />That transport you back <br />To pristine and ageless beauty.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-ancient-tranquil-meadows/
