Best Leas Poems

I shall go to those places
Made holy by people,
People in common, divine from a place,
Back to community.
Back to commemorate
God in a face.

Then when I see
Why...

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The Great Meadow

Beyond the high hedge the great meadow extends to the  sky
Its fallow grasses fanned into waves by a breeze.   ...

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I feed upon nature
and it feeds upon me
I drink from its waterfalls
and swim in its seas
I pluck some of its apples
and find shade under its...

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Ode to Morning

Yon morning, spellbound mistress of the skies
    How gently all your feathers move apart
How lightly thrill your soft, eternal sighs
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Fair Spring, a lady, palely loitering,
    Whose brow is decked with flowers and with dew,
Whose bosom births youth’s essence which does bring
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Rise and shine
The world outside is awaiting us two

Across leas of the sun
Just Me and you

We shall glide like water droplets
On petal hues

Then evaporate into...

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The Derbyshire flag has a cross of green
with a background of pale blue
green for the verdant leas and peaks
blue Derwent running through.
At the crux of...

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Me, I'm a lover simply just for what they are
A species so pretty graciously fluttering by
Colours so beautiful in patterned bizarre
As they're carried on the...

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Spring is on the distant horizon, another month has gone, now just a memory
Seasons flow seamlessly, path's of time seem faster, now in my golden...

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I make haste to the earth 
And anoint its rebirth
When my mother, the cloud, is above, 
And then mildly caress 
The irradiant dress
Of the hills...

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Brecon Beacons for pony-treks,Cumbrian fells and bubbling becks;Dartmoor 
with rocks rain scarred ,Lake District views beloved of bards.Northumbria, above 
on moor and hill,where Roman echoes...

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Ah, to spend a languid summer afternoon on the bank of a rippling stream,
Lying on my back watching vagabond clouds as I reminisce and dream!

I...

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I awaken with languid eyes gazing at the passing dawn.
Strange light rays hover over ancient graves
Jestering- tormenting souls
Where spindled wildweeds grow
And sway over a dull...

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Brecon Beacons for pony-treks,
Cumbrian fells and bubbling becks;
Lake District views beloved of bards
Stone-bridged hamlets in the 
Dales with enclosed leas along its vales.
Snowdonia ,one thousand...

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Andy is a wheelchair racer from Stockport, 
Born a 1993 kid on the 6th day of January, 
Who has serious nerve damage to report, 
Which...

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