By James Bates
Out in the rolling countryside
Enjoying the first signs of spring
Stopped for a while by a farmer’s field
And listened to a bluebird sing.
His song was oh so cheerful
As it echoed through the trees
Carried across the fertile land
On a gentle, drifting breeze.
The world was awakening all around
From a long cold winter’s sleep
To bask beneath a warming sun
Like a promise there to keep.
I didn’t want to leave that place
So I tarried for an hour or so
And planted seeds in my memory
And left them there to grow
So that later on a winters day
I might return there for a while
And seek again that calming scene
In my heart and in my smile.
Jim lives in a small town twenty miles west of Minneapolis, Minnesota. His stories have appeared online in CafeLit, The Writers’ Cafe Magazine, Cabinet of Heed, Paragraph Planet, Nailpolish Stories, Ariel Chart, Potato Soup Journal, Literary Yard, Spillwords and The Drabble, and in print publications: A Million Ways, Mused Literary Journal, Gleam Flash Fiction Anthology #2 and The Best of CafeLit 8. You can also check out his blog to see more: www.theviewfromlonglake.wordpress.com.