Fantasy

I dreamed she curtsied once and smiled
Then took me by the hand
And led me through her meadow green
Midst bees and blossoms grand

See yonder, ‘neath the canopy
Where hawks and owls do reign
Where doe and fox and lizards roam
In happy dearth of man

That’s where we’ll take our lunch today
That’s where we’ll sing our song
Until the evening shades bespeak
It’s time we must go home

I’ll whisper words, you hum the tune
Together we’ll create
A blend of thought and harmony
That will our friends elate

Author: James Murtha

Jim Murtha retired in 2013 from a technical career, mathematics and engineering, to devote his time to writing fiction and memoirs, which he did secretly most of his life. His novella “The Adventures of Kalamazoo” is available on Amazon. View all posts by James Murtha