After the fog rolls out. Poetry from the pen of

~The Poet’s Poet~

All the sun long day

Beauteous bird song

Cloudless azure sky

Scent of wild flowers

Blossoming hedgerows

Happy barn yard sounds

Calves and lambs in pastures green

Tunes from the twin chimney, crows nesting

Gulls following the plough

Silver bird’s high overhead leave their mark

If the world was to end at lunchtime

He had been witness to the glories of nature.

© Chris Black. April 2nd 2019

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