Picturesque County

Photo by Rennett Stowe

Once,I remembered,
as a child from my past.
Running under the sun;
that, O’ so-called a green land.
Upon the scorching ground
I still playing around.

Where the sun rose large
and pulsing over the forest;
it was baking hot and there’s no breeze.
Under my little bare-foot;
I started to hoot.
And its making me dally.
“O’ I’d missed my County.”

Beneath the Blue sky,
I see, birds flying so-high.
Leaves flew around the meadow
my sweat fell on my shadow.
where the mountains standoff.
wanna go hiking; that’s what I hope.

Then, I raised up my head
see the tree giving me shed.
Zephyr whistled to my ear.
O’please again; I want to hear.
As the flowers waving to the air
Bees dancing in a pair.

And as I seated,
Beneath the tree and the clouds.
While wind blows gently:
On to my face, feeling was free.
and it was making me happy.
Indeed–A picturesque County—

“Woah!…i’d really missed
My grand fa and grand ma
that lives happily
on that County”

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