The children shouted as they played a game
Frightening the colt-timid and tame
Irritating the people – irascible and old
Scaring the sheep – lying in the fold.
Whoops of delight sounded from time to time
As the children played on mounds of sand and lime
Some passer-by stopped to see them play
For the children sounded so happy in every way.
An atmosphere of gaiety pervaded in the farm
There lurked an air of joy, though not one of calm
Everyone was contented, even the cow in the mire
Who however was not as smug as Tabby by the fire
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The cat, warm by the fire, is always such a picture of contentment. Our cat always searches for the warmest place in the house. Sometimes on my bed, sleeping in sunlight. Plenty of action,, movement and imagery packed into your lines. A most enjoyable read.
thanks dear, its an imaginary Utopia for the likes of us staying in hot tropical climates - can only dream of this sort of a scene - have not seen a hearth in any of the friend's places i have visited abroad..
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