Spirits Of The Plains, The Downs Poem by james watkin

Spirits Of The Plains, The Downs



Spirits of the plains, the downs'
Gentle up-smiled descents
In what's sunned, buttercup swayed
As for their king arrayed;
Windy hosts, tireless voicing
Liberty's divine cause
Blown, he will joyous resound
Boy, in heaven, unfound!

Friday, July 2, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: wind,freedom
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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