Today she's off to camp under the Western stars 

She'll wake perhaps on mossy bed

And with the Sun

Have breakfast with some honey on her bread

She is a happy soul at peace

And in her garden some sweet woodruff shines

Her kitchen smells of spice and tea and flowers

Her hair hangs down some silver there entwined

And in cold winter when ice forms

Both her house and her good heart are warm


  • Author: Lorna (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 1st, 2020 00:18
  • Category: Friendship
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  • Goldfinch60

    The warmth of her heart shines through you words Lorna.


    • Lorna

      Thanks Andy....

    • Neville

      a little bird just got it write .. perfectly poemed Lorna .. and what a lovely way to be remembered ...
      spice and tea and flowers eh' .. lovely...

      • Lorna

        Love "got it write!" - clever Neville! Thank you..........

        • Neville

          .............................. nowt but a pleasure ma'am .. and all mine ..

        • 2 more comments

        • Michael Edwards

          A beautiful poem and a great track - love this kind of music.

          • Lorna

            Thank you Michael - I'll have to find more.............

          • orchidee

            A poignant write Lorna. Time does heal, though we know it's not just 'time' in itself - it's other people, support, our faith, etc.

          • Fay Slimm.

            A beautifully penned scene and sung so invitingly by a favourite song-bird --- thank you for sharing the peace of valued friendship dear Lorna.

            • Lorna

              Thank you Fay - hope you have a lovely walk today in your beautiful Cornwall...............

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