The Birds And Leaves - Poem by David Medforth
Houses dotted here and there;
Plotted landscape. Time and care.
A swarming sea of starlings see
The heather meadows down below.
Cheeks caressed by the gentle breeze,
The hours melt away with ease.
My perfect escape; idyllic view
My swollen heart and joy for you.
Ever did we feel so sanguine,
Neath the willow branches hanging.
Trickling through, the warming sunbeam
Happy; both in a drifting daydream.
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