Miki Byrne

Rookie - 462 Points (29/04/51 / Birmingham UK)

Gorse Hill. - Poem by Miki Byrne

Gorse Hill.

From the hill the villages stand toy-like
In their huddling space.
The river runs sedately, a silver ribbon
Threading through this greening place.

Gorse is showing now- bright tips of gold
And patchwork fields spread out
Over valley and wold.
Soft mist rising blurs the silhouette

Of trees and roofs, of churchly spires,
And yet, the sound of bells hangs softly
Over the vale as snowdrops lift
Their tiny heads so frail.

Topic(s) of this poem: nature

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 24, 2016

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