As I walk Ebbie in two poo park, this Easter
Beneath a pale and waking springtime sky,
The bells speak soft of something long ago,
Where a tall oak let whispered meanings lie
In winds that only patient hearts may know.
A lamb of light moves gently through the air,
And morning blooms with grace both old and new,
As hope returns in ways both strange and fair—
An Easter dawn the soul remembers true.
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Author:
Andrew Charles Forrest (
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Great write
A seasonal poem set so well in images so poetic. Well done
A blessed Easter to you dear Andrew 🕊️🙏🤩
Tis indeed not what I expected .. but with much respect, I respect both you n ya pen my friend & mightily .. Neville 😎👍
Fine words Andrew. Good to see you back.
Andy
Thanks Andy hope you are well
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