a lyrical walk
By benafim
A Lyrical Walk A mighty carob tree tries to make an arch across the lane, it only manage a half one trucks cut its branches short. In a field nearby a farmer has planted beans colourful plastic bags on a line keep birds away. There used to be a scarecrow in the field a pathetic sight, mice nested in his stomach and a thieving raven stole his eyes. The end came when a tramp took his coat and his torso flew away in a storm. The mice sought refuge under a pile of rocks and are protected by a mild mannered snake which only eat three of them a week and that’s alright mama, mice breed fast and can’t count. A boy of ten balances on the shadow of a telephone cable that, crosses the lane; he focus gravely never looks, up my father doesn’t recognise the old man who’s watching him. The sun slips behind a cloud and changes from gold lamé into a purple night gown it’s time to go home light the fire, dwell upon the day and let it gently pass into the mythical land of memories. Written February 5th, 2002 © on Feb 05 2002 08:18 AM PST 0 • 10
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