“Where trouble melts like lemon drops”

'Where trouble melts like lemon drops,'
The gates stay open for all,
Peace rolls over hilltops,
Luscious fruits blossom,
Fattened, ripened, then fall to the marsh,
Patiently waiting, their arms open.

I hear they feed you on silver plates,
In this land far far away,
Troubles flee from your fate,
I hear there’s no fee to pay

I’d never know where to go
for this land somewhere else.
The journey’s far and long,
Bridges to cross, rivers that flow
But no hints to walk among.

What forest does this land neighbor?
What ocean does it float?
In this land where trouble melts like
lemon drops, sweets passed to all,
I hear hands are held day and night.
A boat, a train, a drive, a flight-
I’ll never know how to brush upon this land.

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems

Share This Poem