I sat upon a grey slate rock,
and looked into the distance blue.
There on a hill I saw a flock
of sheep. Eating the green grass, new.
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Sterling imagework, young lass! Youe resplendant depiction took my mind's-eye to th' velvet fields, of Kilkenny(of which i've never been...but someday will) Your penchant for creating pictorial poetics is more than impressive. ~ F j R ~ __2008__
Hi Ernestine. This vista is in my own eye and I see it clearly, you have held a wonderful rhyme all the way through. a very special piece of work has to be a 10.10.10 thanks. Regards Dave T
Hello Ernestine. I love this country fresh scene. It was like I was there myself. Great poem. A '10! ' Warm Wishes, Marilyn
i have always loved the english countryside. great poem.