This Is Where You Will Find Me


Musings of an Inconsistent Libran


When you miss me
look for me in the meadow
where we named
our white daisies blue,
where you plucked trebles from birdsong
and composed music for the wind,
where we watched
wishing stones in the stream
sparkle in the moonlight.
I will be there
till you no longer come looking for me.

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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