Field-Track Poem by james watkin

Field-Track



Not so much, in the walk
Surrounded by
As clasped, lovingly about.
Of what, for rusty wire
O'er each side leans
Neighed through, goldenly winds spout.

Burgeoning, as it does
From out Summer's
Magnanimous influence.
And this grassed, unimagined
Buzzed stimulus
Goes on; hazily, far hence.

Tuesday, September 6, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: walking
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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