The Farm

The Farm

He took my hand,
not one word spoke,
as we sat in awe of
the view

My neck he began
to gently stroke
as I watched the
sky so blue

Ever in wonder of
nature’s glory, we
basked in simple joys,
of birds in flight and
old twisted trees,
leaves rustling, the only
noise

My first time there,
at Serenity,
was only in my mind,
yet I know that day
will come to pass,
with the one so
compassionate and kind

Smiles are easy
when I’m with him,
kisses, we are
taking very slow,
but after all,
it’s not a race
just a better
way to grow

Lynn West
© 2014