And so - on a clear day you can see forever - or is
it what you’d want to view when mist clears; better
yet - a track not littered with Old Grace’s offerings;
she has them placed thoughtfully every fifth step -
proffering directions discretely in neat horse-dung
piles to guide your feet; well it makes this journey
more of an adventure than gazing vacantly into a
bathed-in-wonder, wide & enchanted blue yonder
Tho’ we didn’t stop to say good-day to Her Grace
she greeted us with a head-nod, snicker maybe if
she’d overheard complaining; gee, there’s tons of
it, so what does she do all day; well, graze, she’d
say most likely, and ramble a bit in seeking relief
from endless boredom of always seeing forever
© 27 July 2015, I. D. Carswell
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