Reflections By Clintons Red Mill

Going through its ambiance, (on) with open thoughts, Past scenes so serene, and picturesque (in situ passed). A house, its windows just ajar to the tactile winsome breeze That taste of zest & adventure infused; with distilled memory’s, And (sensed) delights unmet “as yet”.the wend of life so rich, surrounds my mind & senses like the abundant shining light. That upon the varied tableaux glow, before falls the lilac scented night. Through all the turvy ways, and livelong day, I’ll count the picket fences, as I travel or Stop to gaze. I look out onto the pastureland that runs between the towns, Observing rolling verdant turf, and cattle with thoughtful frowns. The Holstein herds and Jersey cows, with Friesians ’mooing low’, Character houses stand on hillocks; a horse & buggy moving slow. There are tended lawns with a velvet like pile, that have entered my awareness, these pleasant miles, And on the horizon moving; (waits) that shimmering rippling run. Of a blue & ribboning shoreline where pleasure necessitates fun. There wind can like a lion roar, or call like turtle doves With New Jersey soul superimposing the whole in the USA that I love!... ©Joe Maverick 1-6-2011Copyright)