04-11-2013, 07:52 AM
Beneath my feet, I feel the warmth of my home.
Though frost grasps the ground
like the Red Kite suffocating it's prey,
this scene never changes -
no mountains, nor hills as landmarks
you are in The Fenlands.
When through the apple trees,
the light drifts and dance
as lazy as the summer days they debut on,
When the only thing to change is the river,
the placid blanket only disrupted
by the sudden attack of fishermen's hooks
you are in The Fenlands.
Though frost grasps the ground
like the Red Kite suffocating it's prey,
this scene never changes -
no mountains, nor hills as landmarks
you are in The Fenlands.
When through the apple trees,
the light drifts and dance
as lazy as the summer days they debut on,
When the only thing to change is the river,
the placid blanket only disrupted
by the sudden attack of fishermen's hooks
you are in The Fenlands.
- Amy
(You wouldn't be surprised to know my parents did not christen me UnicornRainbowCake.)
(You wouldn't be surprised to know my parents did not christen me UnicornRainbowCake.)