Scenery Of The Pastoral Mind

          
        
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        
        
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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          
 
 
 
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