On Pippin’s Hill
By Rhiannonw
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(9/03/19)
Travelling eastward in a car,
brown tracery against the blue;
and green flushed fields with promise new
of harvest on a coming summer day;
then after lunch we wander on the hill
the sky now grey,
bare higher ridge ahead,
a sense of depth and space –
the valley stretched between,
way down, below.
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Firstly Rhiannon, can I say
Firstly Rhiannon, can I say how much I love the name Pippin's Hill and the photo.
Your poem brings back the realization of just what a wonderful world we live in. Each line was a pleasure to read and thank you for sharing.
Jenny.
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That's beautiful!
That's beautiful!
You have time as well as space in here, both your time there and future when the crops have grown. And the way the last line opens up is wonderful
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Another great little nature
Another great little nature poem and photo. Have you ever thought of making a small collection of these? Following on from your letter to your father, it would be a lovely legacy. Who knows what those views will look like in 100 years from now
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Yes! At the very least try your
Yes! At the very least try your local tourist office to see if they would publish a pamphlet with pictures and poems! T they certainly inspire me to want to visit
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