Treasure Island

Mary Forrester


My heart with joy does sing


Skies of dusty blue
Drip golden honey dew
And my heart with joy
Does sing
From beneath the stones
The daisies spring
Butter cup and daffodils
A merriment of colour
Springs
Hear the church bells chime
In the far and distant hills
See the swallows swoop
And glide up above the
Meadows high
Skies of dusty blue
Drip golden honey dew.

Submitted: Sunday, March 03, 2013

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  • Khairul Ahsan (10/4/2013 11:06:00 PM)

    'Skies of dusty blue
    Drip golden honey dew.'
    A nice concept, a beautiful poem.
    My heart sings in joy as I read! (Report) Reply

  • John Brown (3/4/2013 10:26:00 AM)

    A lovely poem Mary. I used to live in the countryside (Somerset) and this took me right back there. (Report) Reply

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