The fields where we walk for our pleasure
Are part of the river today
And waterfowl serenely float, where
Summer rabbits play
There’s a stream that’s a jibbering demon
Breaking its banks with glee
To create a wriggling waterfall, where
No waterfall should be
The sheep have decamped to the higher ground
Laying all huddled together
Borrowing deep into woolly sleep, where
They dream of kindler weather
The fields where we walk in the sunshine
Offer no welcome today
Although there’s some hope in a hint of blue sky, where
The clouds have just melted away
After the Rain
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