Friday, May 18, 2001

Magdalen Walks Comments

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THE little white clouds are racing over the sky,
And the fields are strewn with the gold of the flower of March,
The daffodil breaks under foot, and the tasselled larch
Sways and swings as the thrush goes hurrying by.
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John G 16 November 2017

Unfortunately, the second half of this poem is missing... which is a shame...

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* Sunprincess * 17 May 2016

.....oh my gosh, I love the last line so much ★ the kingfisher flies like an arrow, and wounds the air

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