East Dinmore and Bodenham Lakes

By Rhiannonw
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Burning sun,
sheltered, silent wood,
quiet stroll
(one patch of squelchy mud),
then hot open ride awhile,
and back into dappling sunlight,
butterfly, bee, wasp
electric blue shimmer
momentarily fuzzing the undergrowth –
damsel flies flit and hover;
emerge, wide view of far off slopes and hills,
high mews of buzzard;
into new down-sloping wood, muggy, hot,
lunch perched awkwardly on angled mossy log
overlooking the lakes below through leafy screen.
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I wish someone would read
I wish someone would read this to me, Rhiannon. It's so beautiful - the place and the poem - equally peaceful. I just want to close my eyes and be there. But of course I can't read with my eyes shut, so I think I will ask someone to read it to me. I love the way you walk the reader through.
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It was a lovely stroll and a
It was a lovely stroll and a lovely poem.
I took the Mia poem off because it needs a fiddle. I hope I left it on long enough for you to see my reply of thanks to you. If not, thank you for reading it - and for your comments.
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Hi Rhiannon
Hi Rhiannon
You made these summer days seem so beautiful and peaceful, in your walk and picnic in the woods.
Lovely to read.
Jean
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Hi Rhiannon,
Hi Rhiannon,
this was one of those poems that I would just love to walk through. Loved all your descriptions and enjoyed so much.
Jenny.
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