Hi there,

Wrote another poem today during my lunch break, thinking of summer days spent lying around in long grass meadows.

Soft like the bed of long grass in which I lie,

Soft in the caress of the pastel blue sky.

Soft like the hazy thoughts that ebb and flow,

Adding up to nothing much like the breath of yonder crow.

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Slow like the vapour trails that vanish into haze,

Slow like the clock hands that meander on such days,

Slow like my beating heart, relieved of all its toil,

hold off the clouds for just a while and keep me off the boil.

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Calm like the occasional sounds of living all around,

Calm about their given pursuits in trees and on the ground,

Calm as they progress themselves without a touch from me,

Content they are to go about and leave me just to be.

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Happy like the children who are chasing butterflies,

Happy like the daydreams that I’d love to realise,

Happy she who lies with me beneath the gentle sun

And shares this peaceful moment when we two can feel like one.

Thanks for reading,

Richard