Poetic Michael Posted June 14, 2007 Report Share Posted June 14, 2007 CATTLE IN THE LEA The summer air was heavy on the meadow by the stream, Where cattle flick their tails - I wonder, What do cattle dream? They dream of neither morning nor of evening yet to come; They dwell upon the moment, not the future yet unspun. Upon the now, not after; of neither when nor where, Beneath the ancient oak tree in the still of summer's air. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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