Lads And Lassies, Summer-Freed Poem by james watkin

Lads And Lassies, Summer-Freed



They're at one with Nature
And the moment.
Containing no longer
Urges, as wild
Of chains, intolerant;
Lose them, beguiled.

A frisky flurry of
Frenzied delights!
Spotted in these packs of
A chasing, roared.
Gull-shadowed, shore-whirling
Hand in hand, soared.

Thursday, February 24, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: children,summer
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james watkin

james watkin

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