All around the tree
As little kids they played,
All the world was fairyland;
Dreams were not delayed.
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This poem was about going around on anything I can think of. How I described what I saw and felt.
This poem was about confusion about all around about anything we see and heard.
Lawrence, these certainly are days of longing. Times that one hopes would never end. Paints a beautiful picture of peace, love, harmony and faith. I really enjoyed it. 10