Rain, And Its Rejuvenating Poem by james watkin

Rain, And Its Rejuvenating



Diminutive stream, old as these hills
To whose regnant peace cleave
Overlooking, no feeble skulker's
Tip-toe is yours; this eve!

A youthful runner, how to keep, rill
This supple and amused?
'For grasses' fresh up-stood field dancers
Ask them; cow- perused.'

Sunday, September 4, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: rain,water,way
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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