Spring at the Coach House
On my river young men fish
On my land young women tend their children
In my house young children learn their lessons
In my heart loiter all the young.
Flowers vines trees and weeds
Take their places proud and true
Growing as for the queen moms visit
Filling our eyes and noses and minds.
Spring awakens self
Mind cracking cogs turn one to the other
Dust falls from every surface
Light has come again.
The winter crop has come and gone
Tobacco harassed, the soul is soothed,
Mary Jane sings So long Marianne
I sink blissfully into my much loved chair.
@keanghiero Thanks friend
EricOerinToo 1 year ago
Nice
I like it
All the best
Kean
keanghiero 1 year ago