The Simple Life Of Devon Poem by Philip Winchester

Simple Life of Devon
With choices of no limit,
what are we all to do?
If one can climb a summit,
or overcome the 'Flu'

Always set the boundaries,
maintain a hold to life though slim.
not push any companion,
to breach the sanctuary within.

A pale thin line is trodden,
the pathway through the field,
stray not the slightest deviation,
just keep the goal in view.

Sometimes a mire traps you,
clean and innocent bright hue,
a muddy water can disguise,
the relationship of two.

There may be easy pickings,
no effort need or wanted there,
jumping in with both feet, sometimes,
causes a mound of wretched fear.

Stand there just on the sidelines,
watch not the ball in play,
look well beyond the action,
which speaks louder every day.

Panic, fright, simple impatience,
may sometimes force your hand,
hang on now wait a minute,
let`s get that head screwed on.

If people think you`re simple,
your skills, just held in check,
they cannot expect soloutions,
to always be on tap.