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Country Lane.
Take me where the hedgerows rise,
the birds sweet call their song,
yellow posy's nest the grass
with daisies all along; sun's
soft kiss to bless the eye
and wordly troubles drift
on by.
Take me where the hedgerows rise,
the birds sweet call their song,
yellow posy's nest the grass
with daisies all along; sun's
soft kiss to bless the eye
and wordly troubles drift
on by.
Elegyesque
an ethereal write. Bravo! - Stella -
Thank you Stella, these short
Thank you Stella, these short verse poems are fun to write, but after a while they make one rather lazy I feel, I really must knuckle down to write a longer one. :-) Sue.