Sleepy Hollow Poem by David Harris

Sleepy Hollow

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In a sleepy hollow
after the sun has set
you can the sounds of laughter
as the fairies come out to play.

They fly through the air
on their translucent wings
playing catch me if you can
in the shafts of silver.

As the moonlight descends
through the blanket of trees
that surround the place
known wide and far as Sleep Hollow.



4 April 2015

Monday, May 18, 2015
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David Harris

David Harris

Bradfield, England
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