Summertime (meditative)

by

Fred Mason

Tiny purple butterfly's dancing just above the stone's on a hot metal raod.
Tall grasses entwined with wild flowers bobbling their heads
wlth the gentle breezes.
Down the gully is a band of singing frogs.Croaking their way in their own froggy mode.
Across the gully everybody was lounging around doing as they pleases.
Lazy fluffy white clouds sitting up there in their invisable chairs
The faraway drone of a small aeroplane exploring the sky.In the field a stallion gambolling with a group of mares.
Under the shade of a weeping willow tree five heifers lie.
A small stream languidly stretches out towards the bottom of the valley.
Dragonflies hover just above the water.Darting this way and that.
There is stone wall with a stile where lovers used to dally.
A small path leads to the small homestead.The door is never locked.
There is a welcome on the mat.

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by: Brendan Clancy
from: Troy, NY, US

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