Long afternoons spent in the rose garden,
Early mornings feeding the hens.
Shouting, red-faced landladies,
Plump waists and dresses with daisies.
Blonde, curly-headed young masters,
Play in the rain with dainty little lasses.
Unending hills of lush grass.
Dirty-faced maids taking out the trash.
Young artists under rainbows,
Holding skinny paintbrushes.
Bearded, sullen-faced professors,
Wearing their owl-like spectacles.
A heavy fog hanging over the mountains
A wistful young writer, lost in her poems.
Thick muscled, silky-maned mares,
Wind in my hair, leaping fences.
Late nights laying under the moon.