Originally published: 8th May 2020
Image: Stock Image from Pixabay
This poem was placed 1st in the "A Brian Strand Rhyme" contest sponsored by Brian Strand (Judged 8th September 2021)
the footpaths that stretched out of sight until never the parched ground and grasses when miles seemed forever wild garlic, the nettles the heat and the heather the flies that would zizzzz past our ears to wherever the bees in the foxgloves collecting their treasure the midges that danced in a group all together the butterflies that zigged and then zagged for good measure the dandelions drifting on the air at life's leisure those long lost hot summers full of fun love and pleasure - I remember those walks and the woods and that weather.
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