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Flaxen fields of rye and wheat
Basking in the summer heat.
The curlews haunting, plaintive cry 
In hurried flight they cross the sky.

Around the fields the hedgerows grow
Full of thorny briar, and hazel too.
Stinging nettles crowd the verge,
Buttercups striving, pushing through.

The dandelion clock it waits,
For a gentle summer breeze
For just the slightest breath of air
To spread its dainty seeds.

The sweetest of them all I see
The forget me not enchants me.
Such a tiny thing, a dot of blue
How could we ever, forget you.

And always, there's the bramble
Its tangled thorns everywhere,
But how we love this prickly bush
When it brings its ripened fruits to bear.

The harebells bow their lilac flowers
While purple bonneted thistles tower.
Clover flowering all around,
It's crimson carpet adorns the ground.
  
All this around our countryside
Just outside our door,
Nature in her summer garb   
Who could ask for more.

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