Born

Born (18-144B)

As I wander
my mind ponders
On this Spring morn
where poems are born

Country life is grand
connection to land
As chicken scratches
ink's idea catches

Two bays, one grey
lazily mow today
In the yard graze
birds singing praise

Dog vigilantly guards
barking at trespassers in yard
Cool breeze blows
lilac's aroma into nose