My Time
When the daisy opens and the buttercup unfold
Filling the meows with patches of dazzling gold
White clouds sail the sky, cattle beside the stream
Far from home yet there in sprit but I still dream
In my fancy I lean on the gate down the long lane
Seeing My time in the country and the fields again
Gazing at the pasture where the waters thread
Listening with the rapture to a skylark overhead.
© C.R.Oakes 2008 - contact me at; woody@heartofoakes.co.uk