The Roundhouse Bones!

We are kindly delivered by Mrs Glen – following the ribbon that weaves her day,
We alighted in the layby – gathering our things and waving her on her way!
We capture the silence of the dry stream bed – drunken away by the sun,
Nature crescendo’s in a backdrop of air-flow – where the quest for life’s bidding is quietly done!

We round the corner with a gentle amble – where parallel Hawthorn leads us down the lane,
Blending into views – that echo explosive hews – distinguishing the seasonal grain!
Stirring up the sentiment – as we tip-toe through the memories – incidentals that share in a smile,
Like a storybook of remembered tales – the paths that wandered timely – along our crooked mile!

At the end of the parade – we slip into the shade – making our way down to the gate,
Tasting the anticipation – as we breathe in its magic – and not a moment too late!
The gateway opens and the sun floods through – turning up the brightness wrapped in its warm,
The dapple of the Apple in fruiting promise – amidst the collective growth of summer’s form!

A recent delivery of the Roundhouse Bones – offer a personal welcome for the likes of I,
Sadly absent on their arrival – hidden between the pages – as the sun it burned the sky!
Melting the constitution to a pool of perspiration – unpicking the hitches and straying the frays,
Lurking in shadows at the mercy of the fans – with dizzy dalliances suffering the solar rays!

With the wait of history’s wanting – we ponder the templates – having seen the evolution of plans,
Hypothetically rambling – the painting of pictures – answering questions in can’t and cans!
A momentous occasion – the forming of structure – to rise from the footprint – fixing a hold,
An ambition planted with the seed of origins – following the birth of virgin trails – in days of old!

Lighting a beacon – anchored in understanding – with the hanging of its flesh upon the bones,
Engaging the focus – with neither hocus or pocus – but with the freedom of will – connection owns!
A mission to be managed in a matter of stages – firstly forming entrances in the east and west,
Looking to the future and treading down the threshold – conveying a vision and building the nest!

Digging up a square dance for the foundation corners – holding their shape in the clay,
We swelter in the sunlight – below an azure blue vibrant sky – enhancing the glow of the day!
Shaded pockets share a cooling option for lunch – reaching rather few and far between,
We sit and admire the flush of seasonal summery – running rampant in the green!

As the afternoon wanders – we retire to the shadings – seeking a break from the heat,
The Birds in silent song – are largely gone – reserving their energy – most discreet!
Taking their heed – we follow their lead – slowly but surely we drift away,
We leave the fruit to swell – with the nuts as well – all in all a momentous day!

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