The Dandelion Troopers<\/p>\n
roaring their way<\/p>\n
Through Northcurch<\/p>\n
close to<\/p>\n
the old Tudor .house<\/p>\n
hard fast to the High Street<\/p>\n
the forest lies dormant<\/p>\n
daffodils nodding<\/p>\n
the rickety fence<\/p>\n
with the laurels \u00a0 all green<\/p>\n
And the tips of the birches<\/p>\n
a sort \u00a0of pea sheen<\/p>\n
.<\/p>\n
,through \u00a0ashridge its ramps<\/p>\n
and the startling house<\/p>\n
waitrose is closed<\/p>\n
everywhere like a mouse<\/p>\n
a real sunny day<\/p>\n
a soft bluish sky.<\/p>\n
the trees \u00a0just look sleepy<\/p>\n
and everywhere’s dry.<\/p>\n
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Qqq<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The Dandelion Troopers roaring their way Through Northcurch close to the old Tudor .house hard fast to the High Street the forest lies dormant daffodils nodding the rickety fence with the laurels \u00a0 all green And the tips of the … Continue reading