I would lay awake then think
carry myself to the river’s edge
far away from the city
on a horse I would sit
under willow trees I would picnic
among your company
rug and basket beside my legs
We would walk home along dirt cattle tracks
let the horses run ahead
pick white clover
then laugh
standing arms outstretched
in the middle of a Sunday afternoon
Drifting off to sleep
far then further away
beneath the bright warm sun
on that dreamy Sunday
Very, very nice.
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Nice. Cattle tracks. Brilliant. sometimes a word or phrase can just “put you there” and that one did it to me. I had to stop. Before finishing. Well crafted. Cheers ~
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Thank you very much and happy weekend Sasha Holden…. 🙂
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Very beautiful. I enjoy your writing.
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