Looking over
A land of green and blue
Hearing softly calling
The mighty loon.

Grey rock breaks the water
Landing place for seagulls
And resting for turtles too.

Lily pads holding high
A simpler but dramatic life
Here, in the land
Of green and blue.

White grey clouds drift slowly
Crows shrilly caw calling all to see
How one lives here
In a land of green and blue.

This is the life
This for me, me and you.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2011