Woopa Foss
Where twilight kisses the breeze
carpets of lavender blue
sweet scent of the honeydew
village of cray grew.
Meadows fan the fragrant breeze
dry stones walls in lanes appease
purple haze hugs the skyline
upon nabwood hill.
Guardian of cuckoo’s nest
here nature’s face has no grace
on highway of windswept flocks
beneath rolling clouds.
© Harry J Horsman 2012
Copyright © Harry Horsman | Year Posted 2012
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