Life in the Country
Someone is wielding an axe or a hammer
It’s the only other noise beside a crow’s yammer
Dogs look down the hill, interested for a sec
Woods are thick, I see no pick or peck
Above the fog I hear a loud airplane
I follow its noise, then it is silent again
Life in the country on a gloomy misty day
Writing takes a bit of my boredom away
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