An Isle in Denmark by JackRabbit
Down the paved road
So grey like a thunder cloud
And much darker
than the blanket of white
Now obscuring the Danish sky above.
And below clop my feet
On the dark paved road
Sluggish from a day's walking.
But my mood is light
Like my bright orange rain jacket
Unneeded
For only the wind came from the sky
Whistling round my ears
Rustling the tall stalks of corn
On the roadside.
The odor of fertilizer
And other farm smells
Waft up my nostrils
Trumping the others.
The rustle of chatter
From Mama, Daddy and Porter
Go unheard
As I am lost in the tranquillity
Of the cold crisp autumn air.
Filling my lungs
The rustles and clops
Filling my ears
The odor of grass
Filling my nose
And the image of an Isle in Denmark
Drunk in by my eyes.
The fields with many hares
Eating their fill
The tidy houses
And their neat trimmed hedge rows
Then me
Walking in the peace
Of this Isle in Denmark.
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