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A Garden, The Sycamore Seed.
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A Garden, The Sycamore Seed.
Butterflies I view them happily mating and retreating.
Flamboyant caterpillar, overtaking a smooth moving snail.
Spider cocoons into the wind blowing, a new generation.
A bullfrog astride giant lily leaves, a love call croaking.
The sycamore seed, in an autumn sun floating helicopters.
Sunflowers tall proud standing caressing silver clouds.
A garden of blooming flowers, sweet perfumed fragrance.
Soft reflections kiss, each lingering, images whispering.
Juicy red ripe cherries in two's hanging enticingly from trees.
Children playing happy, enjoying a picnic, yackety-yak-yak.
A rainbow with its outstanding vivid cascading bright colours.
An ever cheeky garden gnome our dog just loves drenching.
Anthony Fry
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Francesca Johnson
(1/4/2007 5:53:00 AM) |
You have looked at things which, maybe mundane for some, have brought out the poetry in you. Floating helicopters? I like that. And there is humour too, in the last line. A delightful garden, Anthony.
Love, Fran xx
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