England. Poem by Roy Storey
England.
You can feel it
the bit in the air
on a winter morn.
Golden sunlight
through the trees
on a spring day.
The glint on the river
in may.
As the may flies
dance there day,
in England.
A wonderful description, can't wait to see it for myself. Patricia gale
Your first line really takes the reader on a journey of discovering England so well Roy, I agree, you can feel it, and I love it. Welcome to PH by the way. 10 from looking forward, Tai
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4/25/2024 9:52:28 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Roy, the imagery you project with your poems hold the warmth that oozes out at you. Brilliant! Top marks and thanks for sharing this my friend. David