The journey continues :>)

Our imagined illustration shows Hap at the base of the spruce, his appearance as described below :>)



To Spruce Spire

All filled with steaming Solstice Sup
and Waldings tea, from flask and cup,
Squire, Squiress, Lady, FT, Coo
resume the Way that wanders through
the Walds upon the river side;
the waters flow with gentle tide
and shovellers, swans, and all their friends
can paddle easy, round the bends,
amidst the trailing willow boughs
and distant sounds of sheep and cows
in farm fields, chomping sweet-grass hay
to warm them through the Winter day;
'They likes alfalfa too,' Squire notes,
'well, as do Farmer's jaunty goats.
Look, there's the spire!' He points a paw
towards a tree; we gaze in awe
upon a mighty spruce.
                                         The Sun
has risen high; it's just past one
and all the Walds is cast in lights,
the browns and greens and golds and whites
of forests standing in the snow,
their lustrous branches all aglow
with wondrous woodbirds, tiny finch
and wren, no taller than an inch
or two, as well as pecker types,
grey head, three toed with spots and stripes,
and pigeons, doves of orange beaks;
these birds aloft the spiky peaks
of spruce, and waiting at the base
one cockerel, with cheerful face;
'It's Hap!' Coo sees, 'with apron on,
and cider in a demijohn!'




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Written on 2018-12-17 at 19:56

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An inviting poem, one wants to be there.
2018-12-20