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Midsummer

Midsummer --
I walk about with my staff.
Old farmers spot me
And call me over for a drink.
We sit in the fields
using leaves for plates.
Pleasantly drunk and so happy
I drift off peacefully
Sprawled out on a paddy bank.

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  • rufina caraid Moderators member
    October 9, 2007

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    Once again he shows how happy he is to have interaction with others but I feel that it's not always necessary for his happiness and well being - the icing on the cake if you will.