Mare of Content
Grazing on the hearty lawn, Peacefully; even placidly.
Coming closer to the earth, with each mouthful.
Leaves gathered on the grass,
implying the nearing of fall.
Having few cares,
she munched along, blissfully.
Standing ominously near a fence,
nearing a tree, she fooled the onlooker
One would think
this steed was free.
Perhaps she was more free,
than you or I.
Tugging, relentlessly on each blade of grass,
she was a mare of content!
Copyright © Lynn Elaine Fuller | Year Posted 2016
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