Day 11: 11th April 2015 NAPOWRIMO
My brother and I, blissfully ran through the fields
Picking flowers chasing butterflies
The sun mild and warm, on a spring evening
Made our sojourn pleasant.
The light green leaves, the deep blue sky
Beckoned us to enjoy the nature divine
The solitary scarecrow stood
Witness to our childish whim
Years later we return to the same place
Juvenile days gone
So is the scarecrow
Nothing lasts for long.