"The Pasture of mind"
How I used too love to roam, in the pastures of grass so Green. And too pick wild flowers, I have never seen. I used too love to sit upon the hillside, that was so steep, and watch the cows tramping about, on sturdy feet. I would listen too birds in sweetness sing, that seemed to fill the air with freshness and everything. The smell of new blossoms, on the trees, which were almost covered, with honey bees. But too add to this pleasure land of mind. A little brook, that did wind through this lonely Green pastures of mind.
I hope you enjoyed reading this poem as much as I enjoyed sharing it. This poem was written in 1938, by my grandmother, Clina Beryl White (Vintinner), when she was a Senior in high school.....
