Sweet breezes

The air was still, warm was the sun                     

And sweat in our eyes was no fun                                  

This work now started was quite hard

Picking apples in the orchard

We were gathering the harvest                

But we needed a spot of rest                                

Soon a lunchtime break was called

So our toil was finally stalled                                

We all scattered to find some shade                   

Down to the grove of trees we made                   

A cool stream trickled in that spot                        

Sat down, the days work we forgot                      

We gazed out on the sylvan scene                     

Able to rest from that routine                                 

We ate our fill then cuddled in                             

I bent over and kissed her skin                

What splendor was my view that day                  

Sweet breezes blew her hair astray            

Our joy was sadly brought to nought                  

A rattling bell our labor sought                             

This secular peal was not the tune                     

A real church bell would wed us soon               

But money first we had to gain                          

Before our marriage that was plain                     

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