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To be nature made..... Or man made.....
To breath..... or suffocate....
To see green..... or to see red....
Nature Vs Man...

Tow Path.

_brae65z_400x400by K. S. Blackmore26 Jan 2019

Woolgathering, passing footnotes a slow,
On this path where hooves before did tow.
With the script of ones existence to sow,
To steer aright path, forgo…….

To watch cricket bats grow,
To reside where clover bestow.
The unhurried pace that grass to hay bring.
To be a cuckoo, be the fisher king.
Skating without rush upon murky reflected earth,
Six foot above. A differing world, yet same earth!
To be blessed, the tow path only the chaser.
i the captain. Not the acer.
To let man out speed, my own steam now.
Beneath heavens of blue, alongside neighbours the only cow!
To be awaken by the choir at day-break.
Be in awe, history of nature to betake.
To good days where cheery folk speak, of greetings!
To see for-ever-green, no red self-defeatings.
With bright skies a fore no nimbus cloudburst,
To the joyous path bestowing direction to the sunburst…….

Woolgathering, passing footnotes a slow,
On this path where hooves before did tow.
With the script of ones existence to sow,
To steer aright path, forgo…….

Not to end where the buddlia seed.
To out pace house-boats…., only to recede!
In bovine trunks. Full aboard.
Stuck a ships mate, for a sentence a bored!
Be in circles going, cuckoo gone. The Einstein frazzled.
Satisfying only greedy felines razzed.
In a clog, abide! Narrative of tomorrow creating.
Through nettles be pushed, to end beneath, stagnating.
Perceive stampedes of red, nah green. Tomorrows,
Path to the lustreless of nimbus, and the blue of sorrows…..

Woolgathering, passing footnotes a slow,
On this path where hooves before did tow.
With the script of ones existence to sow,
To steer aright path, forgo…….