Monday, September 26, 2022

The Garden Wall Comments

Rating: 5.0

The blue jays are converging, at the top of the garden wall,
Singing their new old songs, in the young days of summer,
And spell-casting sluggish heat, holds all in a dreamy thrall,
Until dazzling golden skies, have darkened to a rich umber.
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Evelyn Judy Buehler
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LeeAnn Azzopardi 27 September 2022

Another top 5 writw Bravo! ! ! !

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Evelyn Judy Buehler 28 September 2022

I extend my heartfelt thanks.

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Unnikrishnan Sivasankara Menon 26 September 2022

Colourful and magnificent, Evelyn. "In the young days of Summer ", spring sprouts…. So dear are these days

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Evelyn Judy Buehler 26 September 2022

Thank you so much for your kind expressions.

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