I'm running a little behind with my poetry. I think I'm a day behind, but I'm going to do some catching up with an extra poem for the days I miss. Life doesn't revolve around the internet. Here's another poem.
He finds no peace in green wide fields.
He finds no joy in purple meadows of heather.
Up in rocks eagles nest,
a shepherd tends his flock high in hills.
The air is sweet and fresh.