Pastoral Mnemonic

There was beauty in the day
Under consideration.
There were grey mice with black eyes
Looking for a place to hide.
There was a yellow kayak
At the mouth of the fast creek
And a man in it, fishing.

There was snow on the mountains,
Sun on the lake, a swimmer
Shivering on the stone beach.
Winds herded the sheepish clouds,
And a woman with a dog
Watched as another woman
Pushed a noisy red mower

Through the long grass and flowers
Where the mice had gone to hide.