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Bog Rosemary Poems - Poems about Bog Rosemary


My Old Walking Stick
...There are no months as beautiful as early summer months wild flowers make the headlines, Leaning heavy on my old worn hazel wood stick walking to a wooded meadow out of breath, Clusters of Primrose a......

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Categories: bog rosemary, nature, beautiful, me, old,
Form: Prose Poetry

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry