Sylvia Johnston Birlingnair Poems

We'll sail through the night on a gentle breeze
as free as a bird & wild as the seas

We'll sail through the night till the break of dawn
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I wandered by a riverside,
Where meadows meet a clear blue sky
With thoughts of my homeland far away
And its lush green meadows where children play
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Have you ever heard the rustling of the leaves.
As they flutter through the branches of the trees.

Have you felt a twigs sharp crack beneath your feet
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