The cheek of it

Stillness surrounds me, peace is here

To my right I hear the goats bells,

The deep clanging fills the air

To my left to cows bellow loudly

Their noise jumbles with the bells

Behind me the birds chatter joyously

Their music tries to fill the air

Above me is the fly highway

They buzz backwards and forwards with speed.

They are nosier than everything else

They have broken the stillness and peace

The cheek of it all.

 

 

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