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In The Meadow

I asked the silver one on one
Tell me who I am
Lines on your finger says
You wouldnt understand
I asked the silver one on one
Tell me whats the score
Lies on your picture says
You wouldnt need much more
In the meadow
I asked oblivion just for fun
Tell me what to say
Climb up the mountain boy
And look the other way
I asked a million questions
Of the world I want to be
And the signs I remember
Whos the one they got to me
In the meadow,
Looking for life in the world
Everythings fine
In the meadow
Ceilings so high
Life might be listening
So we better take our time
We asked a wonder one on one
Please tell me what to be
Call down the miracles
And save yourself for me
We asked a river one on one
Please tell me what you see
I see forever
And it looks like you and me
In the meadow
Looking for life in the world
Everythings fine
In the meadow
Ceilings so high
Life might be listening
So we better take our time
In the meadow
Looking for life in the world
In the meadow
Everythings fine
In the meadow
Ceilings so high
Life might be listening
So we better take our time
In the meadow
In the meadow
Looking for life
In the meadow
Feeling so fine
In the meadow
Seeming so high
Life might be listening
Life might be listening
So we better take our time
In the meadow

song performed by by Men Without Hats
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Across the Meadow

Across the meadow
Across the sea
Their life is brighter
Their life you should see

Across the meadow
Across the sea
Their leader so sagacious
To there, why don't we flee?

Across the meadow
Across the sea
Life is greener on the other side
Same goes for the village
Across the meadow and across the sea
Close your eyes, and then you will see

poem by Solomon Crane
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Attraction

The meadow and the mountain with desire
Gazed on each other, till a fierce unrest
Surged ‘neath the meadow’s seemingly calm breast,
And all the mountain’s fissures ran with fire.

A mighty river rolled between them there.
What could the mountain do but gaze and burn?
What could the meadow do but look and yearn,
And gem its bosom to conceal despair?

Their seething passion agitated space,
Till lo! the lands a sudden earthquake shook,
The river fled: the meadow leaped, and took
The leaning mountain in a close embrace.

poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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In The Meadow - What In The Meadow?

In the meadow - what in the meadow?
Bluebells, buttercups, meadowsweet,
And fairy rings for the children's feet
In the meadow.
In the garden - what in the garden?
Jacob's-ladder and Solomon's-seal,
And Love-lies-bleeding beside All-heal
In the garden.

poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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Flowers in Meadows

A meadow with flower bed a breath taking sight
giving feeling of
nature is still there to give awesome feeling of our life
taking away all stress,
air there is as fresh as dew drops on flower bed,
green leaves move to sing a song to be heard as well.
butterfly in flowers filling if anything left for sight,
lucky to have,
moments precious to be treasured for life time,
A meadow with flower bed is itself a world knowing true meaning of goodness and best.

poem by Hemu Gupta
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The First Noel / When The Meadow Was Bloomin'

(Instrumental)
In April weather
when the meadow was bloomin'
we walk together
to the top of the hill
upon the clover
when the meadow was bloomin'
we dreamed together
just us true lovers will
but summer flies on
far across the horizon
and winter lies on
over the valley and hills
do you remember
when the meadow was bloomin'
in bleak December
do you think of me still
but summer flies on
far across the horizon
and winter lies on
over the valley and hills
do you remember
when the meadow was bloomin'
in bleak December
do you think of me still
do you remember
just as I always will

song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Pirate Story

Three of us afloat in the meadow by the swing,
Three of us abroad in the basket on the lea.
Winds are in the air, they are blowing in the spring,
And waves are on the meadow like the waves there are at sea.

Where shall we adventure, to-day that we're afloat,
Wary of the weather and steering by a star?
Shall it be to Africa, a-steering of the boat,
To Providence, or Babylon or off to Malabar?

Hi! but here's a squadron a-rowing on the sea--
Cattle on the meadow a-charging with a roar!
Quick, and we'll escape them, they're as mad as they can be,
The wicket is the harbour and the garden is the shore.

poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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Early Morning Breeze

I open up my door to greet the early morning sun
Closing it behind me and away I do run
To the meadow where the meadow lark is singing in the tree
In the meadow I go walking in the early morning breeze
I cup my hands to catch a multi-colored butterfly
Perched upon the petals of flowers growing wild
Freeing it I watch it as it flies away from me
To visit with the flowers in the early morning breeze
Chorus:
Rainbow colored flowers kissed with early morning sun
The aster and the dahlia and wild geraniums
Drops of morning due still linger on the iris leaves
In the meadow where Im walking in the early morning breeze
Misty-eyed I look about the meadow where I stray
For its there I find the courage to greet the coming day
For there among the flowers I kneel gently to my knees
To have a word with God in the early mornig breeze
2nd chorus:
A rainbow colored meadow kissed with early morning sun
The aster and the dahlia and wild geraniums
Drops of morning due still linger on the iris leaves
In the meadow where Im walking in the early morning breez

song performed by by Dolly Parton
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0010 A day, a meadow, a miracle

This is the meadow.
It slopes from bright South
down to the West and North
from the primroses in the southern hedge
down through the violets, sometimes white,
in the western hedge tipping down
to the rabbit warren and
down to the wild garlic
in perpetual shadow in the northern ditch
shouting among the nettles

this is where, each morning in May,
the world is made anew;
there are more wild flowers in this meadow
than you’ll ever see together –
cowslips, oxslips, pink mayflowers,
wild orchids, red scabious,
yellow celandines, clover, cuckoo-pint...

and as the sun curves slowly round,
and the shadow moves aside,
the flowers, saturated with the morning dew,
shine each with a crystal drop

and it’s not until you step among them
and a small cloud of moths and butterflies rise up,
that you see the meadow is so full of life,
sipping its daily bread of dew
and in an hour or so, pollen, honey;

every day this meadow
invites, invents anew
words fresh as dew –
joy, constancy, innocence,
love, freedom, rest,
wonder, praise, and gratitude –

if every day this miracle,
what of tomorrow
and the heart?

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Daisies

Coming upon
a meadow
daisies
growing
everywhere.
Pausing
for a
moment
he placed
a flower
in her
hair.

Spanish

Venida
a un
meadow
margaritas
creciente.

en todo el mundo
pausor
para un
momento
coloca
unaflor
en el pelo.

poem by Heather Burns
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The sun and I

On a moonlit night
There was no light.
By the meadow the sun lay.
He sat on the grass and spent his past, grazing on hay.

I walked up the slope in the the fifth avenue and lay by the stream
By then on the meadow the sun was into play.
I sat down and began to talk to the sun.
We lectured on and on about how to have fun.

When I was closing my eyes an amazing thing happened.
The sun rose up we wished each other farewell and he left.
Up in the sky by and by I think....
just maybe every time I passed by the sun he will just wink.

poem by Tapira Ashburton
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Fay and You and the Ruler.

Fay met you
on your way home
from school
standing by the entrance

of Meadow Row
she was in her school uniform
a satchel
over a shoulder

how was school?
she asked
boring and the day
too long

you replied
but at least
you can learn things
she said

like how
to make a candle
holder in woodwork?
finding some river

in India
I'll never see?
you said
she smiled shyly

well maybe you will
she said
how are you?
you asked

ok
she replied
got told off
by Sister Bernard

for not having a ruler
what did you do
with your ruler?
you asked

lost it
she said
ah well
there you are

you said
naughty naughty
she walked on
down Meadow Row

and you walked
beside her
actually
she said quietly

my daddy took it
she stood still
and stared at you
he beat me

with it
she said
in a whisper
you looked

into her eyes
and saw your
reflection there
two yous

staring back
why?
you asked
taking in her paleness

her fair hair tied
in a ponytail
he said l hadn't done
my jobs properly

jobs?
you asked
around the house
helping my mum

and did you? help?
yes usually
but I forgot
this time

big crime
you said
won't he give
the ruler back?

no
she said
he said he will keep it
as a lesson to me

can't you buy
a new one?
you asked
I haven't any money

she said
you can have
one of mine
you said

I have plenty at home
can I borrow one?
you can have one
she smiled weakly

her eyes lit up
and she took one
of your hands
and held it

I'll have to hide it though
she said
or he'll take
that one too

quite a guy your dad
you said
she looked away
at the bombed out houses

on the left hand side
you saw her hurt
and sadness
some things you can't hide.

poem by Terry Collett
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Autumn Crocuses

The meadow is poisonous but pretty in the autumn
The cows that graze there are slowly poisoned
Meadow-saffron the colour of lilac and of shadows
Under the eyes grows there your eyes are like those flowers
Mauve as their shadows and mauve as this autumn
And for your eyes' sake my life is slowly poisoned

Children from school come with their commotion
Dressed in smocks and playing the mouth-organ
Picking autumn crocuses which are like their mothers
Daughters of their daughters and the colour of your eyelids
Which flutter like flowers in the mad breeze blown

The cowherd sings softly to himself all alone
While slow moving lowing the cows leave behind them
Forever this great meadow ill flowered by autumn

poem by Guillaume Apollinaire
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Queen Of The Meadow

I think the leaves have chosen, my brave friend.
They patch the old roof with their berry blue.
I taste our epitaph in chimney smoke.
Queen of the meadow, where has August gone?

Queen Of The Meadow is a wildflower that comes and goes with August.

poem by Sandra Fowler
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The Cow

The friendly cow all red and white,
I love with all my heart:
She gives me cream with all her might,
To eat with apple-tart.

She wanders lowing here and there,
And yet she cannot stray,
All in the pleasant open air,
The pleasant light of day;

And blown by all the winds that pass
And wet with all the showers,
She walks among the meadow grass
And eats the meadow flowers.

poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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Spinning Rhymes

In winter crystal carpet spun
returns us right where we begun
when forests walked and talked on cue
still roots push through, greet promised sun.

When meadow beckons all should go
exploring glades they've yet to know,
discover shades of green and blue.
Why follow fallow furrow‘s woe ?

The meadow gentle? Time and place
for sunlight strive at rival pace, -
’spite sunlit face, bright spilling dew
heed spider warnings to man’s race.

Sun, sinking, bids the birds asleep
though thorny hedgehogs slowly creep
beside the brake where curlew flew
and cuckoo echoes echoed deep,

While trout still tipple in the deep.
calm nor alarm, nor timid peep,
awakens sleeping sheep who grew
content in sturdy shepherd’s keep.

Then lines from rest to test shall steep
on meadowsward inked page, tryst keep
to share sage secrets once we knew
before eyes veiled, lies more lies reap.

23 March 2005 response to Mary Ann King Meadow Moments see also Summer’s Day mosaic
slightly revised 10 January 2009
http: //allpoetry.com/poem/1098906

Meadow Moments

The meadow is a carpet spun
of flowers swaying in sun
where blue jay fly and rabbits run;
there in the meadow neath the sun.

The meadow beckons, I must go
retracing footprints that I know,
where columbine and mercies grow.
I walk in footprints that I know.

The meadow is a gentle place,
my heart is still, I feel His grace
as sunlight spills upon my face;
in warming rays I feel His grace.

And in the meadow moments sleep.
Neath silky streams, their secrets keep.
'Tis wisdom's fruit that they shall reap,
then secrets they'll no longer keep.

Mary Ann King 4 March 2005

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Rocky Mountain Suite

up in a meadow in jasper, alberta
Two men and four ponies on a long, lonesome ride
To see the high country and learn of her people
The ways that they live there, the ways that they die
One is a teacher, and one a beginner
Just wanting to be there, wanting to know
And together they're trying to tell us a story
That should have been listened to long, long ago
How the life in the mountains is living in danger
From too many people, too many machines
And the time is upon us, today is forever
Tomorrow is just one of yesterday's dreams
Cold nights in canada and icy blue winds
The man and the mountains are brothers again
Clear waters are laughing, they sing to the skies
The rockies are living, they never will die
Up in a meadow in jasper, alberta
Two men and four ponies on a long, lonesome ride.

song performed by by John Denver
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The Hemlock Tree. (From The German)

O Hemlock tree! O hemlock tree! how faithful are thy branches!
Green not alone in summer time,
But in the winter's frost and rime!
O hemlock tree! O hemlock tree! how faithful are thy branches!

O maiden fair! O maiden fair! how faithless is thy bosom!
To love me in prosperity,
And leave me in adversity!
O maiden fair! O maiden fair! how faithless is thy bosom!

The nightingale, the nightingale, thou tak'st for thine example!
So long as summer laughs she sings,
But in the autumn spreads her wings!
The nightingale, the nightingale, thou tak'st for thine example!

The meadow brook, the meadow brook, is mirroro f thy falsehood!
It flows so long as falls the rain,
In drought its springs soon dry again.
The meadow brook, the meadow brook, is mirror of thy falsehood!

poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Törnfallet

There is a meadow in Sweden
where I lie smitten,
eyes stained with clouds'
white ins and outs.

And about that meadow
roams my widow
plaiting a clover
wreath for her lover.

I took her in marriage
in a granite parish.
The snow lent her whiteness,
a pine was a witness.

She'd swim in the oval
lake whose opal
mirror, framed by bracken,
felt happy broken.

And at night the stubborn
sun of her auburn
hair shone from my pillow
at post and pillar.

Now in the distance
I hear her descant. She sings "Blue Swallow,"
but I can't follow.

The evening shadow
robs the meadow
of width and color.
It's getting colder.

As I lie dying
here, I'm eyeing
stars.Here's Venus;
no one between us.

poem by Joseph Brodsky
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Tornfallet

There is a meadow in Sweden

where I lie smitten,

eyes stained with clouds'

white ins and outs.

And about that meadow

roams my widow

plaiting a clover

wreath for her lover.

I took her in marriage

in a granite parish.

The snow lent her whiteness,

a pine was a witness.

She'd swim in the oval

lake whose opal

mirror, framed by bracken,

felt happy, broken.

And at night the stubborn

sun of her auburn

hair shone from my pillow

at post and pillar.

Now in the distance

I hear her descant.

She sings "Blue Swallow,"

but I can't follow.

The evening shadow

robs the meadow

of width and color.

It's getting colder.

As I lie dying

here, I'm eyeing

stars. Here's Venus;

no one between us.