Just for You

Neville

Just for You

 

Just for you, my loveliest of loves

I would have you know

No garden or hedgerow

Shall ever do

Nor would all those

Leats, moors and meadows

Or any other single thing that

Lies, falls, floats or flies in-between …

 

 

  • Author: Neville (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 13th, 2021 03:04
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • orchidee

    Yep, can't beat a good leat. 'Stream' probably, to us in my part of the world.
    I doubt I shall meet this gal in this fine write - she's all yours, I reckon.

    • Neville



      top marks Steven .. I was not aware that the term leat was used elsewhere other than down here .. I dont mean in this little rectangular box .. but down here in the west country .. where of course, they be everywhere ... Oh' & yes, she was kinda special ............. Neville

      • orchidee

        Thanks N. I googled that leat!

      • Doggerel Dave

        A real heartfelt, open ended tribute, Neville You do little nuggets that linger.
        PS: 'Sorry I can't respond to the spring is sprung poetry - don't make much sense to me......

        • Neville



          ........................................ thank you kindly you old dog ... much appreciated & true ...

        • Fay Slimm.

          A tenderly poemed assurance to ever remember -- nothing comes near to hearing meant love..........x

          • Neville



            ...................... tis true enough but I do like being reminded .......... thank you Fay ............... x

          • Jerry Reynolds

            Send that to Fays “Tudor Lady” Sir Neville.

            • Neville


              ....................... thank you for stopping by & taking a gander ......... always appreciated and ever welcome .....

            • Dove

              A very earthy love poem , I too am not sure what a leat is !
              Always well penned! Sunshine is always radiant in your
              Lines because they come from your soul

              • Neville


                ........... Ha .. you are unmeasurably kind to this old fella RB .. thank you and truly ... The Guinea-pig was write ............ tis a stream ... I remember my Father teaching me to tickle trout in them on Dartmoor as a little boy ...........

              • FredPeyer

                I too had no idea what 'leats' meant, but thankfully orchie cleared that up.
                Great poem, Neville!

                • Neville



                  ................................................. Dont ya just love a Guinea pig .. Cheers Fred 🙂

                • dusk arising

                  "Nothing but the exaltation within my heart for the elevation your mere presence in my thougtful mind of you"

                  oooppss sorry my mind conjoured up another line or two for your, once again, thought provoking mood piece.

                  • Neville



                    ... I have absolutely no objection whatsoever .. and love the addendum you have so perfectly pinned to the tail end of this page .................. many sincere thank you DA sir .. you are a star in your own write and true ...

                    ... Neville

                  • Goldfinch60

                    That endearing love will always be there within you Neville.

                    Andy

                    • Neville



                      ..................... Bless you GF60 and a good Sunday morning to ya my gold and crimson topped friend

                      ... Neville

                    • SureshG

                      No, nothing shall stand in your way of expressing your true feelings, and so well done with these words you have.

                      • Neville


                        Bless you my friend .. and please excuse my late acknowledgement of your very kind review .. I have just moved house and all in a bit of a tizwoz 🙂



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