33.
Canals are straight, the water green,
still, and trees bend their heads
to buttress the rain-heavy air.
We walk in straight lines, the way
the wind blows, and the trees bow,
and the clouds stream,
listening to the thrushes sing.
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Beautiful sight. 🙂 I like this seven lines poetry form. 🙂
Thank you. I like this placid scenery. Seven lines is often enough to say what’s necessary.
I love the canals in France. They’re splendid for a walk.
The bridges and locks, and the lock-keeper’s houses, the plane trees… We could walk to Sète if we had a few weeks spare.
Lovely. (K)
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