Best Trundling Poems

Fields swayed with golden rye
As on my bike, I trundled by.
A gentle breeze cooled my brow
As I passed some languid cows.

Some lay down, chewing cud
Some sought shade, where they could.
The searing sun stilled the air
On I rode, without a care. 

Through the sun drenched countryside
Immersed...

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