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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      
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      
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      
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
" Innocence and experience of the lonely shepherd"
Written by ThePoet632 (CrossWords)
Published | Edited 18th May 2023
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