I remember a time not so awful long ago <br />Of a place I use to visit where the green grass grows <br />Tucked away in the hills hidden from sight <br />Alone in this field the world was alright <br /> <br />Covered in clovers of purplish blues <br />Distant patches of flowers of ever hue <br />It reminded me of a blanket my grandmother once had made <br />As if placed here upon the ground in this meadow it laid <br /> <br /> The grass dances slowly with the wind that sets the lazy pace <br />I’d drift away for hour’s sun shining warmly on my face <br />Butterflies stealing kisses from each and every flower <br />Squirrels playing a game of tag among their wooded towers <br /> <br />A little brook tucked away in the corner provides a melody <br /> Of rain drops once held captive that have now been all set free <br />They gather in the meadow to form a shimmering pool <br /> Its here the fish will join them at least while there in school <br /> <br />Crickets sing in harmony as fire flies dance about <br />Joined in by the whippoorwill and the occasional hoot owls shout <br /> Sunlight slowly fades away as the moon light takes control <br />Every star comes out to watch as if their on patrol <br /> <br />Sometimes when I reminisce I think about that place <br />Tucked away in the hills the sun light on my face <br />In my mind I’ll take a trip it’s to this place I’ll go <br />Back to the place of my memories <br />“Where the green grass grows”<br /><br />Poison 9901<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-the-green-grass-grows/
