The Singing of the Lark
When the leaves have gone
When trees are bare and stark,
When snow is quietly falling
As winter makes her mark,
We will long for summer's warmth,
And the singing, of the lark.
Entry for
Writing Challenge 6,
March 2019 - 6 lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart
29/3/19. Placed 2nd.
Copyright © Gary Smith | Year Posted 2019
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