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Priory Cottage Summer.
To sit beneath the cherry
now, where silence falls from
every bough, orbs of green
fair blush with red to hang as
jewels about my head.
This gentle garden, country
blessed holds to her heart
a treasure chest.
Aflare with flower, perfume
pressed, a buxom beauty
summer dressed.
You Can Taste The Cherries
In this write, aka song, the buxom beauties, the silence falling from boughs - admix setting and sensations, the green is the green :D ~allets~
Thank you, but you really
Thank you, but you really would not wish to taste those cherries unless they are cooked first, apparently they are only for jam and pie fillings. I thought all cherries were edible from the tree. Sue :)
This poem brings to mind the
This poem brings to mind the song "In an English country garden," a tune I recall from my distant childhood. I would love to bide a wee in your bower.
My Secret River
Thank you darkpool, it is a
Thank you darkpool, it is a lovely place with an orchard beyond and fields all around. Sue.
Lovely
Lovely
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Thank you :-)
Thank you :-)