Our Secret Glade
We walked through fields of flaxen wheat
Crossed country lanes and ancient stiles,
We forded streams in joyous mood
It seemed we walked for miles and miles.
Way afar church bells rang out
Calling the flock to come and pray,
We listened to those plaintive peals
And with lifted hearts went on our way.
Through the woods we picked a path
Which to us was not unknown,
Yet to those who knew it not
It was but wild and overgrown.
Then towards our secret glade
A place of happiness and bliss,
Where the sweetest of our memories dwell
Where my love and I shared our first kiss.
Entry for
STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (21) ,any form, any theme Poetry Contest
12/8/2020. Placed=1st.
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