I sat upon a dry stone wall,
And looked towards the distant hills,
The ferns around my feet grew tall,
Convolvulus too, with its long tendrils.
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Ernestine...Nature is your oyster, and yours is filled with the Pearls of Poetry soothing, countrr-back flow....love it young lady! '''''''''''''''''''''fjr
Superb Ernestine, You are one of the few poets here to fly the rhyming flag and you fly it high, I know many on here turn there noses up when they come across rhyming poems, how ignorant they are. You have really excelled here, using a oldish form of language.... I loved stanza two, three, four inparticular. If there is someone I can learn from when trying to improve my rythmn and ryhme you are the one. Great work. made my day. Vincent
Ernestine, this is just simply and purely LOVELY. Yes...thanks for the reminder.
What a lovely scene, you placed us there, watching and drinking in the beauty of all around From the distant hills to the single church that still stands strong Amazing work again from you Ernestine What a gem you are! ! ! Love duncan XXX