The girl sat and pondered
Thought it would be nice
If there was a field
Instead of a pond
A vast distance
Where convention so it seemed
Guarded every exit.
She sat and waited
Waited as you do
For a change in the wind
A change of fortune
For every day was an adventure
A matter of degree.
Underneath she knew
And knew he did know
Despite the limitations
And all manner of reason
There burned a love
Neither had ever known.
They toyed with love no more
They contemplated goodbye
But something stronger
Grabbed at them
Saying rejuvenate
Go and play once more
Enjoy your youthful selves
For tomorrow will come.
The girl sat and pondered
The thrill still in her heart.
Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/06/24/friday-music-prompt-48-fields-of-june/
Morpethroad 
I like the hope in here, Michael 🙂
Thank you LL, I wish you a happy weekend..
Hello Michael … I’m back! And I liked your lovely interpretation of the song … I also enjoyed the technique of closing the poem with the opening phrases.
Hello Georgia, lovely to see you back again and thank you for the lovely comment, I’m glad you liked that use of repetition.
This was wonderful–I, too, love the hope and encouragement to be bold, love.
Thank you Stella, appreciate you stopping by…
Most welcome.
They contemplated goodbye
But something stronger
Grabbed at them
Saying rejuvenate
Sigh… this is beautiful.. Michael 🙂 love often bounces back, doesn’t it.
Beautifully penned
Lots of love,
Sanaa
Hi Sanaa thanks for your lovely comment. I was just looking at your summer prompt…will write something in the morning.
Oh yayyy 😀 looking forward to it.
Beautiful, Michael. Proof it’s difficult to dismiss true love. 🙂
Thank you Mandy. Trust you are doing well.
“Inspired writing? Certainly fits your wonderful romantic genre. It melts hearts, and I head off to find an open box of Kleenex,” she sniffled.
“‘thanks so for participating with your lovely ode to love soft and strong. I hope you enjoyed the music and the challenge,” she concluded.
You should know everything I write is inspired. I have say it was a challenging song. Well done to you.
“Ah, you know me. Sometimes I hope you are extra-inspired,” she said blushing. “Sorry & oops.”