red hill

 

Times when needs call and wants demand,

When the sun settles west upon rising land

Glowing golden through tall grassy waves,

Where rainbows escape, to fly, to fade.

When brilliant white shrieks turn comforting sounds,

And welcome brown specks make giant leaps and bounds

Into a scene, a hoped for selection,

A fleeting rejoicing, a moment’s perfection.

 

03/11/2014

 

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