The joy of seven tree field

by Jem Croucher
In seven tree field Santa's sleigh had arrived
and Obi sniffed inquisitively
We paused for a snap
with the little chap
before he ran off for a wee

In seven tree field December has come
but it's still not really that cold
The trees are now bare
but none of us care
for they've left the grass covered in gold

In seven tree field where we come every week
the joy this place brings just exudes
So as Obi runs round
on this familiar ground
Not to come would be rather rude

©Jemverse

Photo – Jem & Obi at ‘Houndie House’ in Seven Tree Field – Sally Croucher

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