Along the fields to run with care
The poet lies now in her bed
Dreams of the days of yesteryear
When the dandelions were so fair

The running over the fields with love
While the yellow flowers are in bloom
Soon to turn to snowy white
Ready to seed the wind in flight

There the barn calls for the chores
The house smells with new pie in window
Here the dreams of long ago
Are part of the dream the poet knows

Get well Brooke we pray each day
Longing to read your poems of play
With the fairies in the fields
dancing among the daffodils

Best wishes and God's grace,
Danpald