I ramble through the
morning dew leaving watery foot prints this I do started at
my tattered kitchen door heading to the yonder forest
floor dawn chorus sings in full surround frogs birds
crickets rabbits abound sun uses it's magic solar paint
brush suddenly the white clouds are a flush reds and oranges
and yellows divine leaving mystic painter radiating
shine looking left small potato crop grows searching right
the corn patch glows old farmer heads to the milking shed he
will not rest till all the pigs are fed finally reaching the
native forest edge past a hay barn the one with a hedge like
stepping into majestic opera hall proceed to enter the native
forest tall to and throw critters scurry franticly below
undergrowth living in a fantasy wood pigeons flutter from tree
to tree bright colours as if to say
here is me nostrils detect the scents of the bush yes this
is the place to plant my tush retreat up here when life's in
disarray my secret way of starting a nice day
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Copyright: Barry R. Long, 19th. March
2004 published: www.tardemstudios.co.nz - 19th. March 2004
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