Hot August nights, sizzling days.
Out in the sun with large rimmed hat, dressed lightly.
Sunglasses in the darkest shade.
Almost too hot to move...
But in the car, the airco softly and soothingly blowing,
it was wonderful.
And so was the landscape.
We slowly moved through the Belgian countryside
on our three day holiday.
Our first in three years.
Rows and rows of perfectly aligned fruit trees.
Their wonderful shapes moving away
Sunglasses in the darkest shade.
Almost too hot to move...
But in the car, the airco softly and soothingly blowing,
it was wonderful.
And so was the landscape.
We slowly moved through the Belgian countryside
on our three day holiday.
Our first in three years.
Rows and rows of perfectly aligned fruit trees.
Their wonderful shapes moving away
towards their vanishing point at the horizon.
With perfectly formed pears almost ready to pluck.
Top branches reaching longingly upward towards the clear blue sky.
Noon in the first week of August.
Nothing is better....
With perfectly formed pears almost ready to pluck.
Top branches reaching longingly upward towards the clear blue sky.
Noon in the first week of August.
Nothing is better....
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what a beautiful poem! loved the images too. so full of green!
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