Flash in the wind like shoals of fish
Horses free of the day’s riders
Graze lazily toward evening
Cows lounge in a nearby field
Shaded by century old trees
Overhead, 30,000 feet up
Jets weave their vaporous web
Le Bourdil Blanc bears witness
Percolating its history at sunset
Footsteps clapping on wood floors
Glasses being filled on the terrace
Dogs nestled under the table
As stories of days in the saddle
Are swapped in varied accents
While Bernadette toils in the kitchen
To spoil us with another splendid dinner
This house holds us at its leisure
Lichen mottling its stairs and walls
Stone, wood and iron all
Indifferent to our laws, wars, nations
Our desires for a life
Lived gently and with more patience
© shaun patrick green 2014
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