Larks Over The English DownsA Poem by Sarah Conder
Resplendent
and merry are the afternoon hours,
Cradled
in the midst of summer.
The
melodious lark soars over heather-blanketed downs;
A
dazzling array of violet against a
Pure
azure sky,
For Nature
is alive with celebration,
She has
much to rejoice! She spreads her
Earthen
boughs, like the delicate wings of the Holly Blue,
Embracing,
nurturing her young;
The
sapling and the rosebud, as they burst forth
From
their winter slumber.
One can
lie among the undulating grass,
Rippling
with the wind’s gentle caress,
Contented
and at ease, whilst all around the
Sloping
hills are bathed in the warmth
Of the mellowed
Sun.
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StatsAuthorSarah ConderUnited KingdomAboutHello there lovelies, my name is Sarah, I am eighteen and am a student of English Literature and Drama. I am very fond of reading, especially 19th-20th Century fiction, the works of Shakespeare and th.. more..Writing
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