On My Own In the Peak District
The blue sky, vast deep blue sky
the crisp cold green grass beneath
and between the two - just me!
no moment of loneliness
but of bliss, of existence,
and thought of self and just be!
no trees to block the clear view,
sheep graze quiet, faraway,
fragrant blossoms down the lea!
how false are the chains of life?
keep us captive, trapped, glued in?
one breath- I cut myself free!
7 syllables
rhyme with the last lines in each stanza
Ah! to be in England
now, that it is April there!
Copyright © Krish Radhakrishna | Year Posted 2023
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