A child walks hand in hand with her mother across the land.
Or a boy with such red hair, his brother, brown, is also there.
Its morning now, play school is out, children are about.
The little girl and mother spoke, she is her granny, pig in poke.
Its nice here when the traffic’s not too loud, charming faces in the crowd.
Pleasant is a better word, a voice on my phone I heard.
Soon I will go home again.
I like the book Of Mice and Men.
19th April, 2017