THE HIKE
Blossom of baby's breath,soft white Dusted my shoes in the morning light; Brushing gorse,crusted yellow Over the stream with weeping willow; Into the wood of rush patterned lace Across a meadow at a slower pace; Along the cowslip filled track Under clouds,edged blue-black; A storm erupted on the scene Shadowing the pastures a pastel green.
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