Once Upon a Time At Easter
along the walk
to six acre wood
sat in the sunshine
still needing a hood
observing the swallows
swoop
& pass
over
the new growing grass
earth dry&hard
scented gorse
in yellow garb
hares in proverbial
careered without any nous
popping up
alongside us
across the vale
worship floated
enthused& elated
complemented&blended
my soul
being mended
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2021
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