QUIET MOMENTS

by | Jul 13, 2017 | Poetry | 0 comments

QUIET MOMENTS

I go in quiet moments

To sit and be still

To a place where the birds

Fly over the hill

I go in quiet moments

To stand and to stare

Out over green meadows

That harbour the hare

I go in quiet moments

And let the world pass

While I languish and lie

In the long sweet grass

I go in quiet moments

To sit and to dream

And hear the sweet music

Of a meandering stream

I go in quiet moments

To sit in the pew

Of the old village church

To be closer to you

Terrance Maltby

Written in Strelley village, Nottingham

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