Dreaming of
Dreaming of the countryside he longs to see again
In all it greenery
The country, his home its scenery
Walking upstream by a silent river
Looking out on rolling hills.
Together this combination, the best medicine
Setting the scene
For peace of mind and clarity of thought
Pleasures in life which money cannot buy.
As evening falls he’d make his way home
Setting sun filtering through hedgerows
Birds in full song
Filling his being full of joy and rapture.
He’d never tire of standing still
Gazing out on changing landscapes
Dusk falling like a curtain on another day
Time then to set out for home, in time this day will return.
© Chris Black.
Poetry from The Man Shed
23rd April 2020
~The Poet’s Poet~
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