Working all alone today
I cannot help but smile
No distractions
No disturbance
My thoughts can range for backstreet miles
The hay is cut, the weather fine
Work is going well
Drifting over ripening wheat
The sound of village bells
A bucket dipped into the pond
Brings glitter lentil soup
No traffic noise, no people here
Just insect buzz and pigeon bill and coo
Today a day of solitary
Today a day for poetry
Jul 25, 2012
Jul 25, 2012 at 1:11 PM UTC
Working all alone today
I cannot help but smile
No distractions
No disturbance
My thoughts can range for backstreet miles
The hay is cut, the weather fine
Work is going well
Drifting over ripening wheat
The sound of village bells
A bucket dipped into the pond
Brings glitter lentil soup
No traffic noise, no people here
Just insect buzz and pigeon bill and coo
Today a day of solitary
Today a day for poetry
