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Domestic Landscape

Domestic Landscape There used to be many small farms or homesteads around Here where I live, they are abandoned now, Except for some wretched relics unable to move, acres so Small earth could easily be ploughed by a mule. Nostalgia is the name of poetry. Carob and olive trees grow unseemly branches Looking like a film set in a horror movie. The neglected has mystery by itself. Nature is moving back in, animals the kept a respectful Distance from man, like shy deer , and wild boars have been seen crossing the road at night. Housebound flowers too has felt the freedom Leaving ceramic confined, to the delight of goats. The hares that people thought had been eradicated, are competing with the blue rabbit in some clearing. Beauty beholds, there is the talk of a golf course so players can be close to nature.

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