Evergreen and Heather
Soft Poetry By Sand***
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Distant fields I see below the mountain where I stand
A winding road thats red with clay carved out of the land
Along the ridge a painted fence with lilacs standing overhead
Purple blossoms sending forth a fragrance sent from heaven

Beauty stands amid the fields blanketed with heather
Rich in purple flowers that spread to make a bed
I breathe deep of the beauty, the land so rich and sweet
I linger for a moment and let the memories sweep

A valley full of evergreen and sparkling brooks that flow
To a distant farm house, oh so long ago
The ice house made of red brick, the farm house on the hill
The barn that stood below the hollow, a pond where I would swim

Memories of long ago fill my mind with sweet thoughts
A time when I was but a child and tasted joy and peace
Distant fields I see below the mountain where I stand
A winding road I trod upon to reach and touch the land