A Rural Break


Photograph by Steve Christopher

A path well worn by rambling boots

Abreast a brake of dulcet trees.

Ahead the tired track doth produce

A turn at which a fawn seduced,

Folk sampling the winsome breeze.

Sun kissed garden and rolling knolls

Where grass grows a leafy bice green.

Halcyon days and carefree strolls,

Respite for the body and soul.

Barefoot, merriment routine.

Mothers renounce their set maxims

And afford their pampered nestlings

A freedom to welter and dream.

The flock howls with laughter and screams

With joy, at such frolicking.


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