The Ecstasy I Feel When I Walk With Nature
The ecstasy I feel when I walk in the wild,
A rendezvous with nature, a smile every mile.
Unique is her temperament, even though she suffers,
If she feels embarrassed, her finesse hits the buffers!
That's when the weather can become precarious.
She loses the plot when she becomes delirious.
Pollution the cause of her fickle demeanour.
Days when she's bad, but most days she's meaner.
Gallivanting all over till she finds somewhere to settle
She knows she's better and is now regaining her metal
Not normally nonchalant in her ongoing endeavours
But pollution puts her under all sorts of low pressures
Having had what she calls the shortest hiatus,
Knows were mad, she tries hard to placate us.
For weeks now she appears to give her very best.
However, she knows I know its done under acquiesce
05/06/18
New Poems (8 difficult words) - Poetry Contest sponsored by Emile Pinet
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