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 CafeLitThe Writers’ Cafe MagazineCabinet of HeedParagraph 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:

10 thoughts on “Springtime Countryside

    1. Hi Paula!! I’m sorry it’s been cold there, but I’m glad you liked my poem. I’ve got lots more I’m organizing to send to these kind people. Take care, and continued best wishes for success in your editing project. Whew! What a lot of work, but in the end it’ll be worth it for sure. I’m looking forward to reading more of your work 🙂


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