Gazing , Grazing
THE MORNING WINDOW FRAMED,
A VIEW, FOR GAZING, GRAZING
A GENTLE PASTURE SLOPING,
AND CLAD IN GRASSES WAVING TO THE SKY
YELLOW AND PURPLE FLOWERS
ENDOWED WITH TRANQUILLITY
WILD ORCHIDS THE BEST
ALL
ALLEVIATE THE NEEDS OF BEES
AND CREEPING CRAWLING CREATURES
Who FEED THE FLITTING CHAFFINCHES
AS SWIRLING SWALLOWS IMPRESS
THE RHUBARB PATCH SNUGGLES
BEFORE THE BUSH LINE,
THAT SEPARATES THE BAY AND LOCH
FROM, WHICH A MIGHTY ROCK
STRADDLES, BEFORE THE EYE,
WANDERS TO A BLUE
AND CLOUD PILLOWED SKY
THIS STATIC ROCK OF PEAT, TREES
STONE WALLED FIELDS
OF DIFFERENT GREENS
THAT APPEARS
STILL
BUT CHANGES ALL THE TIME
WHITE DOTS OF COTTAGES
ON LAKE AND LEA
YOU SIT AND WAIT
FOR THINGS ALIVE
YOU LOOK AWAY
FOR TEA AND A SMILE
OR CRAIC irish chat
ALL ABUNDANT HERE
RETURN TO GAZE, AND AMAZE
THE MIST HAS DROPPED
AND An ISLAND HAS APPEARED
GRAVITY PROPELLED IN WELLIES
THROUGH FIELD AND BUSH
BY SHALLOW BAY ARRESTED
A ROTTED RED AND HEIDE BLUE,
BOAT ATTESTS
TO THE LAPSTREAKE BEAUTY
CODDLED OVER THERE
BLUE AND FLUFFY WHITE
REFLECTED IN SANDY
TRANSPARENT HUES
FRAMED BY ROCKS
STACKED IN ROWS
CAPPED BY POSTS WIRE HELD
FISH RINGS ENDOWED
CLOUDS IN BAY PROPELLED
AND ALL, IN PASSING FRATERNITY.
Copyright © George Franklin | Year Posted 2015
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