Is this flat or is that flat enough for you?
Does the flatness never ends?
It spreads from horizon to horizon
Separating the world into green and yellow fields
Under a patchy grey rainy sky
Crossed by the heavy flight of pelicans
Madly flapping their wings one instant
Resting them the next
Light plays with clouds shadows
Over the silvery ribbons of the full drains
Dividing the paddocks filled with
Their different stocks
Of black Angus bulls or muddy sheep
Grazing the low winter grass
Peaceful pastoral scene
Wouldn't you like to be a bird
To see such a patchwork from above?
Lucette C. Bailliet ©
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