In All Its Glory.A Poem by waywithwordsI wrote this from the English Lake District a couple of years ago whilst on a long weekend break. A beautiful site and inhalation of senses.
The Green static caravan stood high upon a hill. Overshadowed by the tall ancient trees. Oak, willow and spruce's galore, reached high into the sky, swaying gently in the breeze.
The winding path lead to the lake, boats of all sizes, birds swooping on the shimmering blue water and echo sounds, from around the mountain in the distance.
The early morning dawn chorus awoke me each morn, like an orchestra giving its first symphony. Nature in all its glory, green carpeted spread. Inhalation and sight, of this wonderous site. © 2008 waywithwordsAuthor's Note
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12 Reviews Added on April 1, 2008 Last Updated on April 9, 2008 AuthorwaywithwordsUnited KingdomAboutI am a mother, grandmother and a great grandmother and I am nearly sixty four years old. I should say young because at this time I still feel that way and feel lucky that my health and energy is still.. more..Writing
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