espresso warms my morning cup

i sip stunning scenes serene

gazing at green pristine pastures

from my chair on balcony



cows appear to be praying

as their big-eyed faces

rip

at the morning grass

their large, ribbon-tied bells

peels, in the still

of the cool dawn air

here in Swiss Elsass



i draw a view across dewy meadow

see ravens gathering in distant trees

always bullying their way in

for these sneaky, snobbish corvines

never feast with a friend



a sound of hooves upon the path

a local farmer in leisure passes

smiles, and waves as he walks

his cart so full of his harvest

by worn, but hardy, hands

to feed the local masses


i lived this life when i was young

then this bitter-sweet breeze blew in,

and soon became this, city man

faced the years of pacing,

like a lion in a cage

just like all the others

at the zoo



Now I give thanks

for feeling free again

living life anew

and if you ever decide

to come this way

won't you join me for a few?

10/16/2008

Author's Note: This is such a rewrite from the original since I took some real time to get my real feelings into it. I hope you like it.

Posted on 10/16/2008
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