They didn’t have to hurry Running through the glen. Perhaps I didn’t see them, Nor me, those forest men. But if you didn't see them go on, proclaim me mad. A summer place, a happy face, Cannot be all that bad. I may as well be loony. I’m isolated, too. I smile and learn to whistle These lock down summer blues.
Linked to the Cosmic Photo Challenge where Dale offers the theme of “my summer space”. My summer space would have plants and places to walk.
Linked also to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. I didn’t know what to write for a poem for Dale’s prompt and so I just let my mouth run (which is what I normally do). The result helped me keep smiling and hopefully it didn’t make others cringe too much.