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Buckish Poems - Poems about Buckish


The Dawn
...The wind blew gently, rustling the leaves of oak Skylark flitting from bough to twig Dawn breaking from its evening cloak Silence surrendering to new life's jig. Fenland life awakening, yawning......

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Categories: buckish, seasons,
Form: Ode

Book: Reflection on the Important Things