A Real Summer
A cooler start to another summer day here in the flat world of east anglia, scarlet armies of poppy ride the gentle breeze in fields of barley and silver birch shimmer their sun ripe leaf in waves. Bees are working early on lavender as I sit by pond and watch fish spawn on the surface and this strange world with open lands and wide skies just rests after the heat of the last week as if to cool those folk of the marshes and droves.
How different these lands in months of sun, rich damp soils make green this magical world when other lands are dry and waters stay so deep while most are shallow, wide clear skies of crystal blue watch over those who tend the land as food is grown and fruits do ripen, a simple life but one that makes a man true, a life in which he learns to understand the nature and the way she looks after him, hard at times she seems but every hard day is for a reason and every reason a good one.
On this cooler day my flame will burn and beads I will form to smiles, heat will once more rule my barn and hours will seem long but thats my life, the one I've chosen to lead and if heat be the day then in it I will work as I do in cold winter and moan I never will, just thanks I will give that I have this craft to work and learn.
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