I stepped over the rickety wooden stile, <br />and entered a meadow of sweetness. <br />Clover, daisies and buttercups <br />all intermingled in a silent chorus of song. <br /> <br />Insects buzzed in the warming sun, <br />and the country air <br />filled my lungs <br />with a sharp freshness. <br /> <br />Looking into the distance, <br />I watched, as a flock of birds <br />took to the air, <br />swooping across the sky, <br />calling joyously <br />in their freedom. <br /> <br />The World had stopped to give me <br />one afternoon <br />of sheer exhilaration. <br /> <br />I ran through the flowers, <br />I waved to the birds, <br />and felt a lifting of my heart. <br /> <br />This was paradise, <br />even if just for a short time, <br />but a time in which to refresh and energize <br />my body and spirit. <br /> <br />A time also <br />to renew my awareness <br />of the beauty of nature, <br />and its wonderful panorama, <br />displayed in all its serenity.<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-lifting-of-my-heart/
