Devon

By kate emily

Sun, 04 Jun 2017
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Devon.  I miss Devon- your primrose hedges and beech-quiet bluebell woods,

pigeon coo and sheep bleat, sharp leaved wild garilc.

The low moan of a cow under a butter yellow sun,

a rowing boat on the river bend.

Summer, Devon, running through

Crow meadow, home. 

 

 

Certificate U
Poem
Nature

Comments

Submitted by Lonz1234 on

This is also really good, I can feel the season and nature around me.

Ecrivain et locataire

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

A lovely feeling of a placid summer day. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

I enjoyed your poem. Reminded me of many Summers spent in Devon.

Thank you for sharing.

Jenny.