Bruton, Somerset . . . Pen & Wash – WHB – 2016
LANGUOR
Contentment suffuses the scene
And peace lies softly on the land
Life languishes in its grip
Labour held in thrall to lassitude
Neglectful now of endeavour.
In the calm
Of the midday sun
The farm sleeps on
Parading its contentment
Revealing its accord
With its heritage
By just being there
Seemingly throughout time
Amid the rolling fields
Savouring
The languor of a lazy day
The serenity
Of a sublime summer
The quiet joy of existence
Tells more of peace
Than a thousand pacts
Life lived
In alliance with nature
Endowing us with serenity.
Roland's Ragbag 
Ah! I could feel the peace as I read. Lovely. Simply lovely. Sigh 😔
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Many thank yous, Yasmin.
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Welcome Ro.
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Yes, I felt it, too. I hope to find a calmer place to call home one day. I love the quiet and the peace.
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Thank you, Laura. Peace be with you.
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A calming one to wake up to
Maggie
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Thank you, Maggie. Have a calm day.
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Beautiful, Roland. Having grown up on a farm, I relate to the peace you’ve captured so well. ☺
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Thank you Gwen.There is something so special about life on a farm – no doubt hard, but, at times, so beautiful.
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Your words and painting bring an excellent calm and peace Roland. With freezing temperatures outside, looking forward to “the serenity of a sublime summer.”
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Thank you. I second that, Davy.
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