the field at the bottom of the garden belongs to the cattle
its their food
large beasts with a gentle nature, unless you get too close to their calves
vegetarians of the first order, munching the grass,
each winter they are housed in the big barn, it must seem like forever.
Its good to see them roam the island, its more their island than ours in a way, they have their unique society, some are more friends than others, but they all belong to the herd.
Being an outsider, ' A Ferrylouper' the locals call us, 'someone who came over on the ferry' you never do quite fit in, a Bull brought over for stud is more accepted, just the way things are, I guess.

I get lost in your kiss
                   Yet feel at home on your **lips

I want you to remember me
With a flower in my hair
Rolling down our green hill
With a childish smile on my face.

I want you to remember me
With no shadow on a sunny day
Dancing like a butterfly...
Look my perky colors,I would say.
With a childish smile on my face

I want you to remember me
Like you never know me before
Like i felt, hiding the beauty of myself
From the hunters shadow.

I want you to remember me
As someone who finally got the courage
At least to show it
through some simple words on paper
the colerfull poetry of my soul.

I want you to have that childish smile
When you searching for the memories
Remembered long time ago
About a butterfly with perky colors.

M.T. 2016.