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From July Far Away

In memory i can scent the sweetness of hay
From old sunlit meadows from here far away
And young birds are chirping on the leafy trees
On a nice day in July of around twenty degrees

Above the bracken clad hill overlooking the town
The little lark in feathers of grey and brown
A musical speck in the afternoon sky
Is singing as up to the clouds he does fly

The great gift of memory is such a wonderful thing
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Friday, November 4, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: july
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