Wild Rose
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Mid MarchA Poem by Wild RoseMid-March Winter still hanging on With frosty mornings Scrape the ice off windscreens Warm coats, hat and gloves, against the chill wind .. |
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MarchA Poem by Wild RoseMarch The wild wind blows Makes our fingers and nose cold Leaves on the trees Flutter with ease To land in piles in calm corners Plants .. |
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The fishing trip (Colab)A Poem by Wild RosePicture by Wild Rose Story by intothemilkyway |
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The VikingsA Poem by Wild RoseThe Vikings They lived in the north Noordland A place of long dark winters With short dim lit days Long dark nights Deep snow and ic.. |
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The StormA Poem by Wild RoseawavingIn futile fury at the windCopper Beach green buds showingLast copper leaves flyingAwayBy the pondNarcissus flowers bendingTrue to their nameTo |
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Strip the WillowA Poem by Wild RoseScottish Highland Dance |
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Harrys first solo journey across the open moorsA Story by Wild RoseIt was the first day of the summer holiday Harry was setting out on his first lone cycle ride over the Yorkshire Dales moorlandsHe was 12 years old; h.. |
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The Tavern by the HarbourA Poem by Wild RoseThe tavern by the harbour where all could meet on equal terms no class or religionA place where the wine flows free no topic is barred except politics.. |
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