I wish I was old country syrinx playing shepherd

Lonesome shepherd

I wish I was old country syrinx playing shepherd

 

I wish I was old country syrinx playing shepherd

Sit on mountain tops listening to racing cumulus

Drinking wine from comma shape skin bottles

Breaking cheese, a loaf of brown crusty bread

Unfolding a knife to spread geese liver country pâté.

 

I wish I was old country syrinx playing shepherd

With my dog sat under a wind twisted old tree

Counting real sheep's till I slowly drift to sleep

Dreaming of Pan's bearded and hoofed children

Peeping on naked Artemis resting followers

Mont Ida, fountain bathing naiads and antic nymphs

 

I wish I was old country syrinx playing shepherd

Watching the rising of Aphrodite's Evening Star

Helios chariot fiery horizon evening descent

The starry court, godly breast spit Milky Way

A distant sad lonely wolf call howling to Selene

A howl hoot, the Children of the Nights....

 

I wish I was old country syrinx playing shepherd

 

Reviews

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Lovely
I wish i could paint this into real life
The food
The scenery
The aroma of the words
You have a tune in sound