Drowsing on a hillside
In the middle of May.
Listening to the birdsong
Watching tractors reap the hay
In the fields down below
As the sheepdog gambols by
The crickets in the long grass
Are chirping to the sky
The daffodils are dancing
A slow waltz with the wind
That ripples through the landscape
And the doorways of my mind

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