Poem; Such was life.

My sister and I lay
On our faces in the long grass,
Watching the insects pass.
The sun shone down on
Our backs and we could
Hear the quacks of the ducks
Over on the pond, curled up
Together, enjoying the hot weather.
And over the hill the cows
Peacefully cropped the grass,
Waiting to be milked.
Joyce and I lay under
A blue sky, pretending the long
Grass was a jungle, where
Wild beasts lurked, with open
Jaws, and fearsome teeth,
But what we only saw was
Daises by the score,
And buttercups, golden in the sun,
We had such fun.
Our imaginations roamed far
From home, to an imaginary place,
Lying on our face.
And in the back yard we heard,
Mums birds, clucking away,
A magical sound, as we lay
On the ground in the field.