Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Springtime At The Strid Comments

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Following the footpath winding through the frosty farmer’s field,
Shunning all the new-born lambs, which flocked and sheltered in the fold,
As I clambered over slanting stiles, the blustery wind grew cold,
Chilling dainty daffodils which chortling children pulled and culled,
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C Richard Miles
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