Pastoral Chant Comments
Her whisper in the thorny bush when she blooms
and her fragrance spread all over the pasture.
A shepherd boy with the cattle
and the muddy river flows monotonously.
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That's what fat politicians call progress. These politicians have to be pluged in to live.
A very moving poem. I have watched the same thing happen all over the Scottish Highlands and you have captured the matter very well. Hugs Anna xxx PS Thankyou for your comments.
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1/18/2026 4:47:38 PM # 1.0.0
I cast my vote for the flowers. Lovely poem, Nimal. Sandra