COUNTRY ROAD© Sophie Boswell Rolled carpets of lawn lie, on a shaven bed A bed that only a month ago, looked barren and dead While in another paddock, one of pure contentment Sit dozens of wooly sheep, all with their minds bent On dreaming of fulfillment; or suckling fluffy lambs Or perhaps having a frolic, with their favorite rams And now there spreads a blanket, as far as I can see Composed of a zillion tiny flowers ¬ weeds, presumably A mixture of purple and pink, and rich chartreuse As a ray of sunlight highlights delicate hues Successions of rays follow now, flooding the whole plain With new energy and color, before the next bout of rain Car-sized boulders of granite surround me now Like mysterious permanent entities, and I wonder how They came to be here, in a paddock of their own Except for the fat merinos, always on the roam Maybe the boulders rolled here; down from mountain top But they’re firmly planted now, like the surrounding crops These boulders ¬ large and small ¬ had no supervision Unlike Stonehenge, with its sense of precision Imagine what they’ve seen, since the ice slowly melted While weathering nature’s blows, as they remain unsheltered From the wrath of nature, from above and below And how pretty they’d look, lightly covered in snow As I quietly move along now; not driving fast Three majestic eagles rise, from long, long grass Their wing spans are enormous; their beaks bent and mean These un-caged eagles are the first I’ve ever seen They were only fifteen feet away, but then flew to a tree Where their gray and fawn feathers, blended perfectly Fields of vibrant colors now catch my eye While I’m delighted to see, more rainclouds in the sky And the wildflowers of delicate and cool-colored hues Like cobalt, lavender, and various other blues Along with rust-colored grass, bordered with lime-green Turn this country road into, the prettiest road I’ve seen.
Posted on: Sat, 24 Aug 2013 12:42:49 +0000
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