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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