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
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Author:
Lorna (
Offline) - Published: October 1st, 2020 00:18
- Category: Friendship
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Comments5
The warmth of her heart shines through you words Lorna.
Andy
Thanks Andy....
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...
Love "got it write!" - clever Neville! Thank you..........
.............................. nowt but a pleasure ma'am .. and all mine ..
I never dared dream that anyone would say "nowt" to me........
I'm full of surprises ..
A beautiful poem and a great track - love this kind of music.
Thank you Michael - I'll have to find more.............
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.
A beautifully penned scene and sung so invitingly by a favourite song-bird --- thank you for sharing the peace of valued friendship dear Lorna.
Thank you Fay - hope you have a lovely walk today in your beautiful Cornwall...............
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