we stop the car
upon a graveled road
beside us a row
of old trees
overlooking a
pasture where cows
graze
at the right are
mountain ranges
above them blue skies
beyond them the sea
they are on this grassy
place
vast expanse of quiet
fields
bound for the city
for our daily lives
we leave childhood in
place
with these silent
cows grazing
the rivers run towards
the sea
birds stay for a while
and then
migrate elsewhere....
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