within and without the castle
the meadow sweeps before them—
an amphitheater, grass
piercing the recent light snowfall,
morning sun yet to bequeath warm.
amos speaks of the world
beyond the rocky outcroppings
that top the ridge like sentinels,
crenelations dividing this meadow
from the chaos that he and hattie
know too well. he speaks, almost to himself
of hardship and wrongs committed,
and of joy that comes from within.
hattie has heard this before, countless times,
which doesn't lessen her appreciation.
the little ones, hardly less wooly
than the sheep, dressed
as they are in sheepskin coats,
hats and mittens, pile into
the wagon for the ride into town
and the friends' schoolhouse.
zoey snaps the reins in time
with the songs the kids sing,
and old theophilus seems to nod
in time with the music, his gait steady—
if somewhat resigned—
the meadow receding as the homes and shops
with chimneys and stove-pipes billowing,
signaling warmth within, come into view.
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2022-05-05 at 04:48
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