Just Another Sonnet Sunday; Where The Green Grass Grew

Where The Green Grass Grew

There was a meadow where the green grass grew

Tended by sheep and watered by dew

In the middle a winding trickling brook

A place to think, my quiet calm nook

With a mind full of boyish wonderment

Some thought of as foolish, but time well-spent

So many far places that I’ve never been

It was there my adolescent mind opened

The soft breezes brought dreams from far away

Tangled in my hair and there they stayed

Nurtured a fertile mind of soil so fine

Most musings of good deeds; mellow and kind

These grounds, it is only me that I view

All in a meadow where the green grass grew

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