Sitting alone on Sarah’s bench –
For everyone who loves the countryside –
I imagine her next to me. When
She sat where I sit now, beside
The river threading ribbon-like
Through open fields and grassland,
It was the same. Delicate butterflies
Floated through wildflowers and
Trout rose in the riffles to suck at flies.
Sarah and I are different, though,
She sat here for the countryside,
It comforts me just to go
Somewhere not invaded by cement,
Free from the car, the train, the bus.
I love nature not for clichéd sentiment,
I love it for its lack of us.
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I recommend this for the message. The writer may have spoken for Sarah, but he spoke for himself. I think his truth is the more truthful. GW62