Its just a picture not a sworn statement notarised
by the late-great yet confides a state of mind the
place bestows; there’s a detente here, fenced in
cosily with their freedom to wander where mood
migrates and food for thought mitigates any ‘shit-
shovelling’ ideas of them & we coteries - & cattle
see it favourably in pastured space, The Creek’s
good grace grows this grass assuredly they say
And that is where we steal a scene or two; along
with old grey mare who seamlessly blends in like
she’s always been top of the heap - certainly her
penchant for taking the last bow stands her apart
from cattle she occasionally leads down the lane
she sees as the main aisle to her theatre's stage
©16 May 2015, I. D. Carswell
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