bilbo reid

A Wander In The Hills

Did you ever sit upon a hilljust at the break of dawn
And watch a red deer hind suckle its wobbly fawn
And gaze upon the mists below like some strange mystic land
Or listen to the dawn chorus as if it were a band
The ghostly image of the brocken-spectre reflects your image clear
As you wave your hand or point your stick, or even scratch your ear

The larks they sing with each wingbeat as they tower into the sky
I am sure that they are competing to be the first one high

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