General Poetry posted March 20, 2016


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A gentle brush with nature

In The Valley of Kildare

by brenda bickers



In The Valley of Kildare


In the vales of Craven Dale in the valley of Kildare,
I frolic in the morning dew, to roam without a care.
Among the heads of purple hue that dance in gentle breeze,
to smell the scent of blossom ripe upon the cherry trees.


Awakened senses rise in me; sing out of pure delight.
My heart  is filled with wonderment, this glory in my sight.
A moment shared in solitude with nature's warm embrace,
alone I watch the flowers sway in harmony and grace.


I watch the rolling mist glide in, where valley meets the sky,
each fluffy cloud of silky white that softly saunters by.
From glen to glen and through the dales the wildest flowers grow,
tis' these I tell my secrets to, and no one else must know.


In the vales of Craven Dale in the valley of Kildare,
I frolic in the morning dew, to roam without a care.
For there this beauty waits for me in shades of lilac haze
a vast expanse of paradise is where I stand and gaze.


By Brenda Bickers

 


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I saw this picture in my personal collection and straight away these words started popping into my head, so I hope my words do this picture justice.
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