Friday, November 17, 2006

Country Child Comments

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I’m country child, spurn town defiled, pollution makes me wild.
When Spring’s waft breeze soft tickles trees, from beaten tracks I keep,
with heart beguiled by creatures wild, through woodland dim and deep
my way make mid the bracken hid with self seem reconciled.
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Jonathan ROBIN
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R kumar 18 July 2019

I want explanation about this poem

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