POETIC SCENERY

       
     
Overlooking the tiny town that lies below      
     
Pine trees, eucalyptus and green willow      
     
Between whiles, darts a swift swallow      
     
Skimming the quiet waters, and shallow      
     
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Overlooking the oak forest that lies beyond      
     
Fog and mist sleeping beneath since eons      
     
A green dark, mystical and pastoral haven      
     
Wolf and shepherd, each one a gain is gotten      
     
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Mounting the mighty, majestic mountain      
     
I come across a lizard, warming his skin      
     
A camouflaged mild mantis, masked green      
     
Indulged into a leisure fight with a tiny robin      
     
******      
     
And to the far west, whence the sun sets      
     
The hawthorn tree still keeps its mystic assets      
     
Upright and deeply rooted into solid ground      
     
Her head never bends, her body still sound      
     
******      
     
The eastern side from which the river flows      
     
Driving with him dust and dirt, its body grows      
     
Streaming by the foot, of a far, hazy mountain      
     
A gigantic compact vast block, towers behind,      
     
******      
     
Up and down the land, here curves there bumps      
     
Pathways speak of herds, shepherds and tramps      
     
Sheep flocks and livestock, pass by, and graze      
     
Under the watchful eye of a sniffer dog of pure race      
     
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The sun switches its hue to a lemon beam to leave      
     
And the fresh wave of October, starts to heave      
     
A chilling thrill into my being,and hair, it gives      
     
As if chasing me homeward, a long rest i need    
     
     
     
https://youtu.be/syLQMwidJGQ?t=365  
   
" Innocence and experience of the lonely shepherd"