simpler times..

as i yawn
at the break of dawn
risen has the sun
for a new day has begun
the morning dew
apparent everywhere like grandmas stew
blessed is he whose purified for a new start she
always says
and thats how i start my days
my humble abode
made of cyprus and straw
built from scratch you may call it raw
nothing fancy
but still home
i saddle up lighty
thats my horse
she used to be fast and mighty
now am contemplating divorce
with a kick we go our way
passing by miss hellen
ever smiling tending her peas and beans
am often lonely but i shrug the thought of us in
a pod
passed the multiple well built shacks we pass
into the outskirts we arrive
a stream gushes forth
left in awe everyday by this awesome display
of natures beauty that never seem to decay
but am here to hunt
follow a trail
that i was taught by my father
to a place where the beasts gather
its deep in the heartland
where nature reigns supreme
but the best hunt all seem to be
i spot a large boar
with flick of my arrow
i end its sorrow
its like the rays all shine onto me
as my heart is filled with joy i cannot decree
if i had a mate
she would be happy for my catch
so after skinning the beast me and lighty depart
trotting back home
smoke is visible on every homestead
as families gather to share the day spent
back where it all begun
awaiting the sun
to bring forth another day…………………
simpler times
better lives
no homicides no knives
no commotion
no explosion
no pollution
no corruption
no confusion
would it be
that i would spend a day
and enjoy the peace and comfort of a house
made from hay


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