A hard day at work right into the night, my neck, and my muscles they feel so tight.
Long drive out of town, many people all so shrill, thank God for the peace over that Chiltern hill.
Arrive at home familiar noise through The Hall; I never have to give those hounds a call.
Zen, Shabba, Roxy nose pressed to the doors, eagerly waiting, a ménage of swirling
Open the gate slip into Rushmere Park, a wonderful Oasis in the middle of the dark.
Navigating, fields, streams, woods & a fallen log, I’m lost in Nirvana & I blame it on the dog.
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