Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Flood Plains

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Rivers break their banks
Fields awash, people panic
I love the wide wash

image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Yet

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Standing on a high hill
Green fields rolling away beneath my feet
Off into the hazy horizon.
Strong breeze blowing through my hair
It exhilarates me – makes me feel
I could step forward and fly
Yet
It is nothing to the way you make me feel

Laying in the sun
In the lush deep grass
Sparkles dancing on the water
Blue skies in great expanse arching high
Warms me – happiness safe in my heart
Yet
Cold compared to the warmth you bring

A word of praise from peers
Or reward for long hard work
A beer after a trying day
Shoring up my worth
Yet
Nothing makes me better – more the man I should be
Than having you by my side forever
My love
My wife
My Rachel

In one of her early roles in Am Dram

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams