Beckoning Memories
(c) J. Macfarlane 2007
Yesterday called tonight, a voice born on the breeze,
as it swept across the prairie under the cherry wine sky.
Oh how it hurt her heart with its beckoning call,
conjuring up thoughts that were buried in the day.
Standing at the fence watching a pink sun sink low,
her bare feet itched to pursue it beyond the horizon.
Liberty bound with the wind aiding her escape,
towards yesterday,tomorrow fading with each step.
A sound awakened her, the sharp needful call of her present,
dispersing the magic and returning to her, a weary spirit.
She turned slowly,relinquishing dreams that did not belong,
and yesterdays that were long gone.
As the sun bid farewell, Yesterday said goodbye
(c) J. Macfarlane 2007
Yesterday called tonight, a voice born on the breeze,
as it swept across the prairie under the cherry wine sky.
Oh how it hurt her heart with its beckoning call,
conjuring up thoughts that were buried in the day.
Standing at the fence watching a pink sun sink low,
her bare feet itched to pursue it beyond the horizon.
Liberty bound with the wind aiding her escape,
towards yesterday,tomorrow fading with each step.
A sound awakened her, the sharp needful call of her present,
dispersing the magic and returning to her, a weary spirit.
She turned slowly,relinquishing dreams that did not belong,
and yesterdays that were long gone.
As the sun bid farewell, Yesterday said goodbye
6 comments:
Lovely poem June
Jane :0)
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You are a lady of many talents !! An inspiration to each of my days !! Hugs, Ginny xoxox
This poem is so very evocative! Love it :) Love the new blog look too :)
wow, June, that is lovely, well done you lady of many talents. Ive done four of the fat pages now how are you doing. Siobhan
Oh June....I love your writing....you are VERY creative with word!!!! What a wonderful think to come to your place and read!!!!
Penny Duncan
A wonderfully evocative poem June. Your entire blog is an inspiration to me.
Love, Mayxx
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