Enter the Meadow

I long for cows

like the ones who enjoyed

the chase – us kids watching

their tails swish

the way their haunches

swayed in the wind

and cow pies

marking their trail to freedom.

Memories of a farm

the land growing in the wind

and sun – hay sprouting

and the joy of

childhood scrambling

in a race to the pond.

Now I am older – mom and

dad passed away

children grown and far too soon.

But time is forever

etched in the gaze I hold onto

and the joy in my heart

forever and more.