FLEMISH TRANQUILITY
No one was out on that hot summer Sunday midday in my beloved Flanders.
The golden corn stood tremblingly ready in the shimmering July heat.
Found one of the thousand little roads that crisscross the flat land where your eye can look as far as it can see.
I stood there and listened to the gentle rustling of the waving branches of the two trees.
Have a lovely day and thanx, for your visit and comments, M, (*_*)
FLEMISH TRANQUILITY
No one was out on that hot summer Sunday midday in my beloved Flanders.
The golden corn stood tremblingly ready in the shimmering July heat.
Found one of the thousand little roads that crisscross the flat land where your eye can look as far as it can see.
I stood there and listened to the gentle rustling of the waving branches of the two trees.
Have a lovely day and thanx, for your visit and comments, M, (*_*)