In This Little Summer House

Van Gogh

In this little summer house
I sit still and browse
through the vast field of wheat
remembering how we first met

The big yellow sun shines 
the birds sing in the far pines
I listen to their voice
giving me such strenght to rejoice

How much I miss you, how could I tell?
You're just so far away, I couldn't trace your tale




*Note:
This post is written for Mag 72 by Magpie Tales.
Besides, I linked it in One Single Impression #183.



5 comments:

Grace | August 28, 2011 at 7:11 PM

a nostalgic yet lovely poem...

thanks for sharing this ~

The Cello Strings | August 29, 2011 at 12:58 AM

love it.

fantastic theme take.

shail | August 29, 2011 at 1:09 PM

Oh the nostalgia! Nice.

Nanka | August 29, 2011 at 10:41 PM

Love the vastness of a field, a nice place to gaze and recollect happy times!!

My OSI Post - Millstone is here

Cassiopeia Rises | August 31, 2011 at 4:02 AM

Lovely work. I too used a Van Gogh painting.

Melanie

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