The backpack in the meadow
A backpack lay in the meadow
Sunshine on its handles
In the delicious warm light of the afternoon
Away were the shadows
The walls and the windows
As the gentle breeze kissed and swooned
But the peaceful backpack wasn’t alone
His friends had answered to the call
Gazing at the clouds on the fresh grass
A quiet teddy bear, a cheerful i pad
headphones, chips, chopsticks on a tomate
Girly keys and a feisty comb
Scrolls and a dignified Tolkien book
Watching the clouds fly past
