Category Archives: At the edge of a Dawn

Easter Sunday Morning

6.40 Sunday Morning Ashridge  and the birds pigeons on the roadway and ducks too lost for words   clearly after night time Pigeons know that they will pick up a good breakfast At  the start of every day   windless … Continue reading

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Even a wild eagle appreciates being saved

A wild bird with talons good and strong Fell into a swamp it took a wrong Path and ended up in mud Was saved by a man with the same pure blood Rescued treated and made to see The world … Continue reading

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At the edge of Dawn

Saffron coloured tinged with gold Where the bees suck Let me hold That proclamation of sweetness born A thorny attempt appears to warn The would be sampler At the edge of Dawn

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