Simple Things ~ Brian H. Gent
Leaning on a five-barred gate, The scene is set to ruminate.
A time to think of simple things, Like butterflies with fairy wings.
Far distant hills and whisping clouds, A world away from city crowds.
Dreamy brown-eyed Charolais, While away the sunlit days.
A little lark sings, out of sight, With magic scales of sheer delight.
Lambs that frisk in meadows lush, By sapling, tree and burning bush.
From columbine and buttercup, Bumble bees sweet nectar sup.
Such are the things that fascinate, Just leaning on a five-barred gate.