Exmoor Spring

May 23, 2018beauty, England, exmoor, poem, PoetryEngland, exmoor, poem, poetry, rhyme, sheep, spring, springtimeThe Cheesesellers Wife

Sheep gnaw at clumps of grass
Buttercups shine as yellow cut-glass
Bluebells haze and blue a bare hill bereft of a wood
And I laze where struggling shepherds once stood.

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boundlessblessingsblog says:

May 23, 2018 at 8:27 am

Awesome words and so nice to laze on this green grass with the little lambs for company. Great poem.

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1. The Cheesesellers Wife says:
  
  May 23, 2018 at 2:17 pm
  
  Thank you!
  
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  1. boundlessblessingsblog says:
    
    May 23, 2018 at 2:51 pm
    
    Welcome
    
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Sharon Bonin-Pratt says:

May 23, 2018 at 4:19 pm

Lovely image.

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