Poets' corner; Letters.
The meadow grass waved to me, Driven by summer breeze, And plumed birds above me flew And darted mid the trees.
I stood in silence by rock and stream But the chattering brook disturbed my dream.
Retreating to quiet wood I strolled, Path cushioned leaves strewn by, And intermittent sunshine shone Through lofty trees on high. Continued walk was sweet repose, Peace, tranquillity, Inspired me then to compose, This soliloquy.
Bob Ashmore, Bedworth.
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|Publication:||Coventry Evening Telegraph (England)|
|Article Type:||Letter to the editor|
|Date:||Jul 11, 2009|
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