Peter Rangus Poet Sonnet

Sonnet No 12

I dream a dream of violins,
Upon the grass of Devon's shore.
That play the songs of their folklore,
And of the dancing ginger twins.

I dream of lambs and muttons white,
Which bleat and bounce below the sky,
Of breeze and birds that on it fly,
And of the child with its blue kite.

No violins and no folklore,
No dancing twins or playfull boys,
The lambs are gone and gone's their voice,
And even birds are now no more.

So close your eyes and fall asleep,
And dream of music and of sheep.

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