Fresh grass everywhere and underneath the hoof
Salt licking blocks and troughs of natural water
Streams of trout wait to be guddled by hand
Crossed wires seeking a flow are getting hotter
The hedge fund magnate relaxes in a strange environment
Where time records pennies and not crisp teners
Where the community works for each other
Alien concepts in his city, learning county manners.
Fields of barley grow to please him
At sun down with his glass in hand
Cow hide leather shods his feet
Lessons learned from a rural land.
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