Thursday, 18 February 2016

Where is my happy place?


Where the cicadas call 
for their long lost loves.

Where the wind howls to me 
and tries to run for the hills.

Where the horses try to say “hi” to me 
but I can’t understand their mutters.

Where the grass tries to shake off the mud 
in the trodden paddock.

Where the trees try to give me a bear hug 
when we ride through the orchard.

My happy place invites me in
to have a good time horse riding.





2 comments:

  1. I like how you said the cicadas call for their long lost loves

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  2. I like that you said the cicadas call for their long lost loves

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