January 25, 2015

The Meadow

Walking up to the mountain top
Wondering when I would reach it's peak
One step
Two steps
Three steps
Four
Feeling the cool breeze upon my brow
Pushing as hard as I can
To reach the mountain top
Behold.....To my shining eyes
A meadow filled with flowers of all colors
I raised my hands up to the sky
And fell back to rest upon the ground.

15 comments:

Theresa Milstein said...

Sounds like it could be adapted into a picture book.

Anne said...

Thanks, Theresa. Food for thought!

Anonymous said...

I feel like I was with you on your journey.

Anne said...

Connie, so nice to hear that my poem made you feel you were right with me!
Take care.

Margie said...

Nothing as beautiful as a meadow filled with colorful flowers ...
I enjoyed your poem, Anne.

Gail said...

this is the best visual for surrender at its best-
love gail
peace.....

Anne said...

Thanks, Margie. I appreciate your comments and visits here! Take care.

Anne said...

Thanks, Gail.

Robyn Campbell said...

Excellent, Anne. I was on the walk with you. Thanks for showing me that meadow. :-)

Anne said...

Oh! Thank you, Robyn. Your comment meant so much to me! Smiles to you!

DMS said...

Made me wish I was outside laying in a meadow! :)
~Jess

Anne said...

Thanks, Jess. Would have loved the company! Smiles!

yonca said...
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yonca said...

Hi Anne!
I'm glad you're back. I've missed your poems. I feel like i was with you on your journey too.

Anne said...

Thanks, yonca. Nice to see you here. Would have been to have had you on my journey! Smiles to you!

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