And many fields of cows
Black, and white
And many far away horizons
Hill, and dale
And many stone built walls
Cakes, and ale
And many bicycles on the byway
“I now have the time to stand and stare”
Psalm, and prayer
And many wondering hows
Quarry, and slayer
And many what he relied on
Cottage, and farm
And many of natures calls
Wrist, and forearm
And ample time to look sideways
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