Walter Preston

A Poem You Can Read

My heart is here
Now that it’s spring,
Now that poppy and chamomile
Cover the rugged hills,
Now that I am away
From a city built of sorrow.

Here I can see more,
I can breathe in the blue
And can feel the cool green groves
Wrapped around me
As if they had hands that could reach.

There are songs,
So many songs at the hills edge
Where the grassy banks
Meet the stony river’s sound.

And for the first time I know
Here is where we can dance,
Where we can finally live.