Gee!
Water of the lake sparkling silvery
Was having a sweet morning talk with the breeze...
'where have you been?'
The water asked the breeze...
A bit sad...confined by earth...
But she had all the curiosity;
'well...coming from the west
Where little children in their sunday best
Had attended a mass
At a chapel...
Their mothers by their side
Wearing white...
And flowery hats...
And gentlemen in black ties
And white shirts cuffed and buttoned
Joined a chorus for the Lord...
And interestingly just beside the chapel
There stood a tree- orange leafy maple
And on green grass saw a lot of leaves
How painted an orange red skirt creased
And full of enbalmed silence
And a little distance away across the fence
Saw two white horses on run...
Their muscular frame glorified by the sun...
I saw them on run...tireless speed
Hoofs ploughing through the grass and weeds...
And the pathway that led
From the chapel to the homestead
Of the town's sheriff plump and red
Saw a singer on a bench
Playing on his jumbo guitar
A morning serenade...
His song had the flavour
Of youthful joy I tasted never...
The joys of being properly aligned
A marriage of body and the mind...
He sang of journeys made by men
To faraway places without chains...
To hills and plateaus and valleys of spring
To heavenly pleasures sought by those too much keen...
I stopped there for a while
And played my fingers on the singer's hair and mind...
Gave him more tunes joyful
To work on from the morn till noon...
Then I went where cornfield lay
Spread like a wide yellowish cloth
I played with the nuts and maize
I made butterflies find blossoming daisies
Honeycups and crimson pollen grains afloat
I gave the taste of life deep in the throat
Of a little bird perched high up a tree
I made her sing an eulogy for me...'
Hearing all these the water of the lake
Thought she got more than she could take
She was filled with joy, hope and dreams
The water of the lake was no longer kept confined, it seemed...
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