The Glory That Is Spring.

Bring to me the green, green grass
The hill slopes of the Downs
Shown off in all its glory
With its sleepy English towns
Its churches with their chiming bells
All the markets and the fetes
The hedgerows filled with flowers
And the fields with wooden gates
Those tree enclustered Bridal ways
That ring with horses hooves
The rutted farmers milking tracks
Carved out by muddied grooves
Bluebells with their heady scent
Create a sea of blue
That sway and ripple in the breeze
As if inviting me and you
To walk within their beauty
Hold hands to laugh and sing
This is nature at its best
The glory that is Spring.

Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2008-04-12 at 10:31

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Wonderful work Graham. My favourite season described with such simple beauty. Lancashire is in her Spring hey-day at the moment, and it takes my breath away. Violets, well as the gardens..camellias, magnolias, and the daffs that the council have planted. O I sound like a boring old fart, sorry...
I loved this poem.

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graham who cannot whilst reading this wonderful poem be taken in their minds eye to those enchanting villahges of the meon valley or to the hamlets that line the river Test, to Chilbolton and Longparrish and Hurstbourne Prior a wonderful evocative text and very welcome ot the peace this weekend rgards Mike