Poetry

After The Storm

By 13th October 2011December 9th, 2019No Comments

After the storm the sky turned blue
And the wind made waves in the corn
Birds were singing and from the field
Came the sound of a calf being born

The doleful chimes of a distant clock
Were carried to where I now stood
In a meadow filled with flowers
That lead to a glorious wood

Leaning against the bars of a gate
I studied the unfolding scene
Of cows and sheep with frolicking lambs
And trees that were freshly turned green

Entranced by the wonders around me
I felt myself lost and in awe
Forgetting the rain and the chaos
Of the storm that happened before

Too soon I came from my daydream
Too soon I then wended my way
Away from this quiet calm beauty
Which followed the storm that fine day

Don Holmes

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