Familiar.
Here are the fields as they have always been.
The copses, the crops.
the sheep in the meadow.
Nature, tho\' heedless knows sameness heals
with relentless rhythms
as she reaches her home.
She sees the same woods where gypsies gathered
around flickering fires
with fiddler playing.
She feels the music that once made her heart dance
walking the ways
of familiar again.