IN THE QUIETER MOMENTS
I often go a wanderingThe
Whilst my mind is pondering
Upon a problem it has yet to solve
And as I idle down a track
That dips and bends and doubles back
Invariably an answer will evolve
Away from all the city noise
The battery operated toys
And snarling two stroke motors hard at work
To the quiet company
Of forest stream and leafy tree
With nothing to confuse, distract or irk
I think the change of scenery
From PC screen to greenery
Stops me thinking like a cogged machine
Allowing my subconscious to
Offer up a point of view
That otherwise I just would not have seen
Robert Free
Otago Harbour Bard
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