Bucolic
Bucolic, what a word.
I learned it from John Lloyd.
A poem like this, is it absurd?
And will it get you annoyed?
Imagine the grassy countryside.
The milk & honey flowing land,
or waves breaking at high tide,
crashing loudly at God’s command.
Bucolic, what does it mean?
A pastoral poem, beautifully written.
A scenic view, very serene.
There we were, completely smitten.
I love this...
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