Tuesday, September 18, 2018

Bedtime Story Comments

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The sun has smouldered low. Its flaxen light
drizzles through the birches to the snow
where sheep stand still as hay-bales, beige on white.
A shepherd with a shoulderful of straw,
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John Beaton
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Susan Williams 19 September 2018

Stunning! ! ! ! You have posted a piece of literature here for our edification! ! ! 10 and onto my fav list. Now I shall go see if you have more poetry for me to revel in! ! !

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John Beaton 19 September 2018

Thanks, Susan. Your enthusiasm is a delight!

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