A pleasant stroll

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A pleasant stroll.

 

The narrow road was shaded by.

A canopy of trees which met

Overhead. So that you could not see.

A great deal of the open sky.

 

A few stray sunbeams filtered through.

Creating pools of radiance.

Along the verge wild flowers grew.
Perfumed the air with sweet fragrance.

 

This had been a busy road.

Until they built the motor way

More suited to the heavy load

 of traffic that goes by today.

 

It serves a useful purpose still

For those of us with time to kill.

 

Saturday, 29 September 2012.

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