I Recall, You Named It Your Bluebird Sky
I Recall, You Named It Your Bluebird Sky
When this life gets hard, I refuse to yield
I go to rest in shade of poplar field-
Cool breeze and sunny skies laughing above
I think of you, and great depths of our love:
Dear sweet echoes in your singing at dawn,
Poplar field, its mother deer and her fawn;
How Nature gave truth and wed both our hearts
So wisely joined two such differing parts.
Looking through tall trees and pondering why
I recall, you named it, your bluebird sky.
Nature found and truly blessed me and you,
Cemented love and with its own super glue;
When those poplar leaves flutter soft and sing,
I see grace and beauty, know what it brings.
Robert J. Lindley, 2-04-2018
SONNET, ( Love, Life, Youth And Nature's Truth Found In Poplar Field)
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