Waves of Green

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Waves of Green

By: Addison Byrne

It stands in loveliness with whispering blooms,
With stillness deceiving the raspy invader,
Among the waves of green, a farmer stands guard

The door is flashed red inside to ward off evil,
But only the curious cat inside will know,
Among the waves of green, the wise hand pledges warmth

Interwoven tops of thatched security peek above,
With a crackling fire to warm heart and home,
Among the waves of green, a woman awaits, with pen in hand

Quilts are strewn inside with patterns, blocks and smoldering colours,
And the telly sits docile in the corner, until the appointed time,
Among the waves of green, a book is written

Windows are large and wide to allow the rays of sun or to push off the beating of rain,
Yet the hearth inside is always with warm laughter, teas, whiskey, and ale,
Among the waves of green, a child and mother cook with pleasure

The herds of sheep, marked with blue, run toward the sea
But stop again, to languish among the tall grasses stretching before them,
Among the waves of green, I gaze, knowing my true love will come

Or will it matter?

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