Category Archives: Clouds

Wild foxes

Hundreds of descriptive odes come to mind Of the wise wily fellow Who does purposefully dine In a covey of hens In a ramshackle coop Clucking for England Making sense as they troop Seemingly actively chatting away The barbed wire … Continue reading

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Avebury shines I see the signs The great stones A blue sky Moved by what is grandeur On this fact we rely Lovely to see the both of you Seekers in refrain There’s magic in the offing

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It’s happening

It’s happening It’s out there We need just to be aware that it’s possible We have the key To enlightenment Easy the lock simply Will Open the gateway It’s freedom to spill Seeding the clouds It’s easy to do It … Continue reading

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Norcott Hill

Rainbow clouds A rarity Pink and purple and red and blue Comforting delightful too A sort of oasis in the sky Over Norcott Hill No one knows why But there it was On the first Day A beautiful smile

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