Sunday, 27 May 2012

Summer walk

Teasels dancing in the breeze
Swaying with their lofty height
Hawthorne perfume fills the air
Caressing  windy sunlight

Along the lane  perfume flowed
Haunting, teasing, potent
Spot the many kinds of flowers
Mummy asked us in that moment

As we wound our way along
the country lane we heard,
Mr Horsie in the field, he must
Have known we were there.

You see, we'd walked along this
Winding lane, so many times before
Sheep, cows, insects, flowers
Gods treasure trove explored



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