High Meadow
The light is low
Is sinking fast
The clouds ring rising night
Circling round the high meadow
As fireflies take flight
Barn swallows dip back and forth
To summer’s mysteries
They fathom well this coded land
And what we’ve come to be
We sing their song
A breeze of warmth
This melody unclear
“If not for meadow’s cadences
The world would have no cheer”
We cry, we laugh
The time’s been cruel
Her discipline iron-bound
The meadow’s but a gorse of green
While dark baits all around
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