PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I.

In respite atop a sunny hillside,

A rock's throw from the hollow,

Lush with green ever so wide

And endless stretch to follow.

What induced me to this place,

So placidly kissed by the sun?

I know of no other space

To which the poet can run

To escape the jostling to and fro,

Mired in the mad mechanization

Of zoom zoom, let's go!

Faster, no time for contemplation!

II.

En route to here I glanced

Catching sight a mother at roam

With her little one who pranced

Sprightly her spotted legs for home.

Watching these two who aptly grazed

Without stress or nefarious way

Whom nature has instinctively raised

Save those begotten from Nile clay.

Upon leaving here, this Arcadian abode,

I turned around and attentively stood

Peering down on a woolly wood sewed

By time alone and no judicial mood.