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When winter’s end is imminent and springtime soon becoming
blackbird and thrush in noble song bumble bee busily humming.
Scent of air fondles the hazy morning scattered seed cultivates 
memoirs of time, to ramble throughout lob wood and hear sweet 
bluebells across the valley chime.

sweet song of nature
the sound of the butterfly
harmony at dawn

Hosts of yellow heads briskly swaying hillside meadows in unison 
bloom, fussy rodents in jubilant paradise; Street House Farm in
nature’s plume. Pussy willow caresses the embankment; Ridding's 
Farm basks in the heat of June, inspired scythe displays ancient skill
fragrant hedgerow sings dawn’s vibrant tune.

tears of dew sparkle
grassy stems in sunlight sway
a whisper of wind

Ocean of radical heather signify welcome waves of moorland mist, deluge of dewy tears fall on this place heavenly kissed. Wooden bench outside the old hay barn, where the sultry breeze in sugar hill dances, orchestrates the old folk with war-torn minds reminisce those given a life of second chances.

for to those this day
a touch upon rustic face
nature’s sweetest voice.

 © Harry J Horsman 2019

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