A Pastoral Place
A wandering canal, mirroring serenity, the face of an emerging season,
Lush, sprawling, verdant, frolicking hills;
A pastoral sight, wandering through an idyllic region.
Journeying on paths of free will,
Surrounded by fields of hopeful golden seed,
Lush, sprawling, verdant, frolicking hills.
Boughs of blossoms burst, and freed,
Mossy carpeted paths, moseying around each bend,
Surrounded by fields of hopeful golden seed.
Through a misty morning and the bursting of the sun; searching rainbows end,
Where under the arms of trees, cows muse, in lowly grace,
Mossy carpeted paths, moseying around each bend.
A palladium of trees ward off ominous strangers,
And a union of manicured hedgerows, a sentry of fences;
A place where life is in harmony, without dangers.
Where the vision of peace observed through clear lenses,
A wandering canal, mirroring serenity, beauty, the face of an emerging season,
And a union of manicured hedgerows of natural fences;
A pastoral sight, wandering through an idyllic region.
Date: April 10, 2022
For: An Original Terzanelle Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: L. Milton Hankins
Copyright © Paulette Calasibetta | Year Posted 2022
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