The Green (unfinished yet undiminished)

On Minstrel’s green I drank to thee
and pondered on my poetry
and of the songs that we would sing
should we be lovers come the spring

And on that field of sunlit grace
where meadowlarks once took their place
serenading me as they took wing
with songs of love that promised spring

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