My Tranquil Drug
When I think about the woods I’m
Humbled by the architecture of the naked trees
Solid, tranquil, every reaching as I climb
Higher towards the southerly breeze
In Beaulieu, when it rains mother can be seen
Dashing out between the showers to pull the weeds
She misses many stuck in between
Which the wind carries and the plant reseeds
At the river mouth the water turns
And the swans take off graciously over the tide pool
The ducklings settle back into the ferns
Settle down hazy mist and make the evening cool
Strong floral scents carried far on a zephyr
Echoing sound of match point from the court
Baby calves playfully jump and softly nose the heifer
Hear their mooing chatter as they lightly cavort
The donkey foals have such big heads
Post-like legs with sturdy feet
They need big pillows for their beds
They look so cuddly and oh so sweet
Hey where’s the water gone?
Someone’s pulled the plug
When will I see the return of the swan?
To my home, my tranquil drug
Copyright © Sarah Hand | Year Posted 2016
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