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Poem: Country Bicycling

Up the lane where the hedgerows grow
the flowers are small and white and yellow
Where the birds nest in thickets
   the air is dry and hot but mellow
 
My bicycle whisks me by
Where sheep huddle in fields
 and building walls solidly lie
Down the lane where the trees and vines grow
 
Under the bridge and through the fjord
and towards mountains yonder
Over the hill, where the flowers are white and yellow
and towards adventure and wonder
 
The moment is now and happiness is irrelevant
At one with nature, removed from inner-self
Like the birds that nest in thickets
Free and frivolous and heartfelt
 
My lungs fill with air that is warm and crisp
My soul feels elated and serene
and I laugh out loud
as I sing along this country scene.

(2015)

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