Barn and woods*

Barn and woods*

Not far away from the woods
At the barn , where sacks of corns
Are stacked, every afternoon,
While playing , we would oft there go,
Vines grew there by the walls,
Creepers too,
Flowers there from the hay covered roof did hang
Thistles of berries too,

Nearby there had been a swing
Tied to trees with strings,

We there had all our days
To play , running to and fro,
Spent our days, as we oft did,

Birds there from their nests,
Sometimes would sing,
Seeing us thus aimlessly running,

At that barn where sacks of corns
Where stacked, creepers where ran
Upto the roof, hay where covered
Our games , played as we, all through the day, till our bodies
With the afternoon sun glowed.

(*Note: upon a painting loosely based, as attached, done by D.Lebeau; courtesy: Musica Pittura e Dintorni)

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