My Green HomelandsA Poem by TrimarcoRansomeI sit amongst the Wiltshire green hills, when I need inspiration or any thing else that money does not buy, Mother Nature, she always provides.
Lolloping amid the hills of chalk green
Indigenous aromas wafting on breeze Blue butterflies dancing the sun At one, at peace with this stalwart one Entwined in mystical powers that be Cocooned at our Mother's mercy The oracle of our inner most soul She walks palm to palm wise and old Taking in the drifting clouds My abode, my childhood ground As my cobbled life unfolds before me She supplies my sage of muted muse Sprawling before me those rolling hills Held within the bosom of her mighty force Upholding her promise betrothing this land Sacred I take it covenant bound © 2014 TrimarcoRansomeFeatured Review
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Added on June 11, 2013Last Updated on March 28, 2014 Tags: Wiltshire, home, nature, inspitation AuthorTrimarcoRansomeSouthampton, United KingdomAboutBiography .Helen Trimaro-Ransome grew up in the Wiltshire countryside which hugely inspired her many creative talents and has remained working in creative fields during her adult life. After sitting .. more..Writing
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