We came upon a clearing where
birdsong drifted on the air
and gently lifted on the breeze
came the sound of trembling leaves,
trying not to make a sound
we laid our coats upon the ground
and leaning back against a tree
we poured ourselves a cup of tea.
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I love this. I love poetry that rhymes and has rhythm and is good old English stuff, inspired by the literary masters of the past. 🙂 🙂 🙂
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I’m sure I’ve already left a comment on this. But I’m happy to repeat. I love this, Bobby, I love the rhythm and the rhyme of it and the air of an old literary master. Well done
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I love to rhyme, that much is plain
a style that I could never change
and it feels so good when I am told
I write like those from days of old
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My pleasure, the same’s for me when at my leisure
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This is lovely. It reads as warm and relaxing as a rest in a sunny forest clearing feels.
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Thanks, exactly what I was after
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