Unto the Rushall Lime Pits I
Now walk upon this lonely trail
That winds through tangled thickets dense
Of nettle gorse and thorn,
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I was walking along in this poem Andrew, through those woods and pits. Wonderful imagery, you have captured the moments so well. Beautiful read and another great write. Loved it. love and hugs Ernestine XXX
Awesome poem! Your pen has that'Midas touch' That turns each word into gold that you write An' guarantee's you bring (to all) - To all on this site 'delight' ! This pen you hold 'tis a treasure An' the gift it brings - Is pleasure A special Midas touch That's worth to all (so much) that - No gold scale - could ever measure! Best wishes! *10*! ! Friend Thad
Another great cameo from you Andrew, we have lime kilns here, thats why we were called limeys lol, 10 for this Lynda xx
Another great piece from our resident genious Glad to have quality onboard poem hunter Love duncan X