Amanda Jane Yates

Scorching red
And icy blue
Mixed in harmony.
Energise or calm
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It
Scares me
Quite witless
When I know that
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The full moon rises this is the night
Faeries to the woodland Ho!
Come all to your monthly commote court.
Lit by your own incandescent glow.
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Mighty fortress made out of stone.
Home where the Queen Bee has her throne.
Hear the hum of daily toil.
Timeless work that naught can spoil.
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Chattering, giggling on she goes
Over the rocks and down the hill
From the spring she has drunk her fill.

Bubbling, tinkling along she flows
On her back a leaf she carries
Swift and sure she never tarries.
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Nature's bounty knows no bound.
Round us trees with wealth are crowned.
All in jewelled green are gowned.
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Just an arm and a half away
I saw six tortoiseshell butterflies
Feeding on clusters of purple flowers.
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