Chant

Chant

When I returned across the field

The trees were dressed in snow;

The barn possessed a gentle glow

A welcome home to the prodigal daughter.

The brickwork acted like a shield,

From dangers on the way;

And the horses in their stay

Were dappled, and like no other.

Poem discussed with Microsoft CoPilot, OpenAI ChatGPT, Google Gemini and Anthropic Claude.

In reply to T. S. Eliot.

In the mix