Canvas

Paint me a pastoral solace,
Snake a path ’round emerald hills,
Roam newborn calves and lambs,
Red brush me a barn atop the hill
Dab in shady oaks, string my swaying bed
Where I may slow breathe my sunset days
Unbound, free to farm new memories.

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