A Country Idyl

A farmhouse set amongst the trees;

The song of bird, the drone of bees.

The apple orchard bending low

Green apples swaying to and fro.

A doctor’s gig outside the gate;

Within are faces, sad, sedate.

Upon the sofa Johnnie lies;

Beneath his belt great demons rise.

Green apples still upon the tree,

But ten where they ought not to be.

July 20, ‘09