Freestone Poem by Jeff Rushton

The father's kite fly high
The children run
This way, that way, why?
Mother enjoys the beauty, sun, break from daily run

Birds sing, soar, enjoy the heavenly decor
Skies blue with faint cotton clouds at a distance
Placing a marker to never ending sustenance
Trees bring the quiet roar of acceptance
The wind whistles through with a fresh effervescence
The water's mirror waves in beautiful acceptance
Distance and beauty roll on for eternity
Everything as near as your exit from
In here.