Author: Wendy Vinson,  Poetry

A Short Interlude

Quiet fields of green
And the water so clean
Clear, crisp and cool
Flowing gently to a pool.
Warm sunshine on my back.
Following a dirt track
As I take a stroll
So healthy for my soul

Melodies wafting through the air
Recalling friends no longer there
Remind me to return
To get some sweet kisses
From the one who misses
Me during my sojourn.
I’ve run out of time
To wander ‘midst the pine.

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