Country Time

This is a poem about an escape into the wild...

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Farmers get up early,

tending to their farm...

To city folks, country time,

is sleeping past alarm.

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To me, it means time to rise...

Get out and find escape...

Travel out into the wild,

searching for a cape...

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Space where I enjoy a view...

A point that rises high...

Up so high, it disappears...

reaching for the sky...

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Climb up to the top...

looking down on clouds...

Keeping my ears open,

listening to sounds...

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Amazed by all the islands...

created by the knolls,

with their treetops reaching high...

poking through clouds holes...

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I hear a screech... of an eagle,

calling for it's mate...

A screech returns... from nest on knoll,

announcing "It's a date"...

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Looking out... beyond the knoll...

I now see the Moon...

Glistening in mid-day's light...

Imagination creates tune...

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It isn't long... I find escape,

viewing Nature's wonder...

Days like this, fill my soul...

even when there's thunder...

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Take it all in... while I can...

before life returns under...

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Panhead Rod

Sept. 21, 2023

Reviews

[Relic]

It's so good to see someone new (to me) come unto te site and post a beautifully constructed poem that's easy to understand and appreciate.
Excellent writing.