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Yellowed Gorse

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Humble, prickly, yet nearly a golden sea
Of gorse this time of year engulfs my soul,
Rippling delight down the yellowed freeway
As I travel into dusk, evokes whole -
Hearted rush to motor home. Gorsey moors
And silver hedgerows fill my Cornish mind
At springtime. I insist all city doors
Be shut, and along with high-life, leave behind
All fetid air, to reach this countryside,
Where hill flowers, banking down to brush my feet

Join nodding daffodils. Seems, far and wide,
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Lynda Robson 21 March 2009

A nice fresh poem about the yellow gorse, which has a distinctive smell which can be brought to mind, thanks Fay, 10 Lynda xx

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Fiona Davidson 21 March 2009

Beautiful piece Fay...you paint the countryside so well...it's like taking a walk through it reading your poem...thank you...Fi 10+++

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Catrina Heart 21 March 2009

great rhymes and rhythm Fay! I loved the poetic flow and imagery...............10

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