The map shows the terrain
hilly areas, scattered trees
A place you would like to walk.
You may meet some animals
some sheep, maybe goats.
They make milk here,
neighbors are proud of the creamery.
There is a shepherd
a young boy, daydreamer
his mind has to escape once in a while.
You can talk to him.
note: The poem is originally posted in my other blog: https://simpleimages2.wordpress.com
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