Fine as a master jewellers mark
You are true as the fabled arrow
that split the bullseye arrows shaft
You are pleasant as a sun shower
In the warmth of midday, early spring
You are kind as summer breezes
To the labourer; sweating, digging.
You are gentle like a blanket,
Resting softly on ancient knees
You are patient as a signpost
Whether or not the traveller heeds
You are soft and smooth as butter
On the bench for an hour or so
You take my breath and strength of knees
Like a solid solar plexus blow.