Day 22 Prompt: Write a Paradise Poem.  I have abandoned the idea of writing about the town in Pennsylvania.  We’re holidaying today, so I’ll try to make this a quick one.  I think it’s a little plodding. . .

I like things pretty fine as they are:
the sun winks obliquely
over the morning fields,
warm eggs fresh from the nest,
the children run wild in the fields and woods,
a laughing farmer who works with intention,
a little too much to do
to keep us always grasping,
and enough struggle
to keep us always growing.