September sun down Hobs Hole Lane,
The combine reaps the golden grain,
That waves in fields
Now harvest yields
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All painted by God's hand. ............................................ And through the woodland trees I roam, As sun does fade I'm cast in shade The ending of the day. ............................................ ANDREW, The finest landscapes brought to me good moods, is very beautifully read... 10... Thank you, Tsira
This one has a Wow, Wow, Wow, factor. Extremely well written and I loved the rhyming, great flow and wonderful imagery. Top marks. This is going to my favourites list. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
A fabulous Write Andrew! Like Duncan i also am going to lookup ' Hobs Hole Lane' Thanks for the wonderful share! ! ! *10*! ! Best Wishes Friend Thad
Dear Andrew I think that Ernestine Northover, another great poet/ess, would love your works, maybe almost as much as I do, I will point you out to her Now then..as for this poem and the few others that I have read by you so far Each! hit that spot that the poet yearns for, , takes you to another world Beautiful, intelligent writing Andrew, , thankyou I'm off to look up 'Hobs Hole Lane, ' Love duncan X
Andrew, what a magnificent poem. I would say that it is my favorite among your works But, I know I'll likely feel the same about the next one. (That's what happened last time) I just wish that when I take a walk, I could see as much as you do. Well done, my friend, well done indeed. Thank you Richard