Views in Verse on a change of pace
A Change of Pace
Take me back to that sunny reach
And that winding steepling road
Back to where you're known
By your family name
And the folk come out to greet you;
Back where horses roam free
In a gallery green and
The cattle rarely do
What you would want them to do
But you don’t let that defeat you!
Where intentions are sealed
On the nod of a head
And the neighbors are there
As your helper, your ally
Your friend;
Where the community is one
Against hardship and
Nature at large,
Always, a supporting hand to lend
Here, I came to be the person I am
With a strong work ethic,
Seven days work, week on week
Can leave you, oddly wanting for more;
While my father
Would break things up
With our ritual trips to Kelly's providors
Where bottle-tops served splendidly
as a mottled bespoke floor
And the sun rises slow
And easy in the east
Across a wide savanna...
As your willing glove crackles hard
So early in your hand;
Until the day's work is done and
The sun sets weary
In a reddened spray
With the locusts
As a one pitch band
To this, I come with my wife to be
As she seeks a new life
'in the tops'
She will relish the lifestyle shifts
And the rewarding change of pace;
Among the shadowed halls of twilight
As one of the fortunate few
Who share a relish for such splendor
In the sheer wonder of this place.
From my desktop Grahame J Flynn Views in Verse
On the nod of a head
And the neighbors are there
As your helper, your ally
Your friend;
Where the community is one
Against hardship and
Nature at large,
Always, a supporting hand to lend
Here, I came to be the person I am
With a strong work ethic,
Seven days work, week on week
Can leave you, oddly wanting for more;
While my father
Would break things up
With our ritual trips to Kelly's providors
Where bottle-tops served splendidly
as a mottled bespoke floor
And the sun rises slow
And easy in the east
Across a wide savanna...
As your willing glove crackles hard
So early in your hand;
Until the day's work is done and
The sun sets weary
In a reddened spray
With the locusts
As a one pitch band
To this, I come with my wife to be
As she seeks a new life
'in the tops'
She will relish the lifestyle shifts
And the rewarding change of pace;
Among the shadowed halls of twilight
As one of the fortunate few
Who share a relish for such splendor
In the sheer wonder of this place.
From my desktop Grahame J Flynn Views in Verse

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