It is the Wednesday after Easter and we’re still
catching up on sleep - there’s nothing better t’
weather th’ climatic irony anyhow; it didn’t wet
itself silly over the weekend but from now until
Friday we’re not going anywhere, lest a canoe
graces us with its presence, which’d mean the
creeks have had the last word again; that’s not
dramatic as it might seem either, in any sense
So we count our blessing f’ being pleasantly &
properly situated where we’re appreciatively in
tune with, but less any forms o’ th’ patrimonial
judgement apprehending that scene, all things
pristine countryside needs to be free restraints
o’ ancient and panegyric doggerel’s complaint
© 4 April 2018, I. D. Carswell
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