Midsummer Published February 10, 2018 by suprusr 0 Midsummer —I walk about with my staff.Old farmers spot meAnd call me over for a drink.We sit in the fieldsusing leaves for plates.Pleasantly drunk and so happyI drift off peacefullySprawled out on a paddy bank. Related posts: At Master Do’s Country House First Days Of Spring – The sky When I Was A Lad The Winds Have Died suprusr Published in Poems
