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Strolling with my Love
Taking a stroll through the undergrowth
Back to where you and me pledged our troth
To love each other, come rain or snow
In the forest that we both love so.
It's glorious this time of the year
When the wild flowers start to appear
And trees are proudly sprouting fresh leaves
In a dainty dance upon the breeze.
We hold hands as the undergrowth’s rough
Which causes walking to become tough
Not that we need to have an excuse
When we’re free to be out on the loose.
Upon the trees birds chirp cheerfully
Cheeping in avian harmony
Squirrels foraging undergrowth store
Nuts they have buried on days before.
We spot young bunnies taking first hops
The farmers who're preparing their crops
In the distant not too faraway
Working happily throughout their day.
So pleased that we came upon this place
To delight in nature's wondrous grace
Appreciating scenes such as this
That we were all given as a gift.
Copyright ©
Beryl Edmonds
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