Countryside

Inspired by the song "Country Roads."

Driving through the highway,
I dreamily gaze at the lush green meadows,
Scattered white little houses dot the landscape,
White daises and purple wild flowers strewn along the way.

Birds sing and flutter into the clear blue sky,
Green blades of grass dance to the sweet music of the wind,
Mulberry bushes and pine trees swing in quick rhythm
Bring sweet thoughts to my mind.

Cool gentle breeze kiss my tresses,
Myriad sights of the countryside,
A feast to my senses,
Time moves swiftly as dusk approaches,
Fills my heart with idyllic moments.

 

Reviews

[JohnL]

Lovely, Vandana. My sort of poem - a poem to delight. May I point out one small query? There are three possibilities for the last verse depending on which way you want it read; you may want to think it over.

Cool gentle breeze kiss my tresses, or - - - breezes kiss - - -, or breeze kisses - - -.
Myriad sights of the countryside,
A feast to my senses,
Time moves swiftly as dusk approaches,
Fills my heart with idyllic moments.

Thank you for commenting on my poem and please at any time feel free to make suggestions.

John

[Samuel Dickens]

Very nice writing, vandana. Being one who loves the country and often seeks out those special, scenic drives, (both by car and motorcycle) I could picture everything you described quite vividly.