Wednesday, May 18, 2016

At that country home,*

At that country home
Faraway from city,
How i long to go
Only to feel thy Piety,

There beside the lake
Calm and serene
Where the ducks and drakes
Play and swim,

How I long to be,
There, where the woods
Weave superb rise
Of a day, amidst forestry,

There i wish to live
Waking with the rooster's call
There i wish to see
How the shadows of trees tall
Make beautiful images
As they on water , fall,

There how i wish to make
A world away from noise
Where the beauty comes
With sweetness of love, so poised,

There will Poetry bloom
As blooms the day
After a night of Love
As arrives soothing a lay,

At that country home,
How i wish to stay,
Far from madding crowd
As comes a Beauty of a day.

(*Note: loosely based upon a painting as attached, done by Reint Withaar; courtesy: Alex Artista, Art without Limits series)

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