The Highlands
A Child’s Happiness
Rolling green hills a sea of emeralds,
Holding thousands of gold petaled fireflies,
Silver oaks kissed by the breeze tremble,
Against brilliant pink horizons at sunrise,
Shadows dance with milky clouds on peaks,
Magic shaped stories shrouded in mystique.
Quick steps and laughter chase seagulls,
Glass fingerprints smudge the shorthorns,
Tiny pale fingers point at bundles of wool,
A child’s wide-eyed wonder reborn,
Blue sapphires study dark waters unaware,
Of the wind whipping her yellow hair.
About the Creator
Kenny Penn
Thanks for reading! I enjoy writing in various genres, my favorites being horror/thriller and dark/epic fantasies. I'll also occasionally drop a poem or two.
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Comments (4)
Makes me want to go there!
The imagery in this is truly decadent with its richness! Fantastic poem, Kenny! And what a perfect photo pairing!
Awww, this was so lovely! Such a wonderful poem and photo!
This made me so emotional for some reason. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful! ♥️