A Country Hayride
On
a crisp
autumn night
couples cuddle
with delight on a
hayride in the country.
The clip clop of horses' hooves
create a rhythmic beat along
a red clay road, the earthy essence
of hay and horses wafting through the chill
night air. A harvest moon of golden hue
bathes the countryside with its silken
glow - enchanting both young and old
with romantic thoughts of love
eternal - happily
ever after dreams
of bliss. Perhaps
even a
stolen
kiss.
10/5/15
double etheree
Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2015
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