The Realm of The Fox and Hare

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My mind a maze of shifting sand
I retreat to the solitude of land
where quiet settles soft and slow
with sun-soft mist kissing low.

 in a world of work and woe I go
to the fallow and the rich plough
to the realm of the fox and hare
I bring my stresses and my mewling care

In the deep and golden soil
I leave the woes of daily toil
In the echo of a pheasant cry
I find again my ease and joy.

 

©Dave Kavanagh 2016

 

 

 

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