Pages tagged with Flower And Seed In Sun

Our soul can be happy as we want, when we sit and watch a flower can bloom and how we can endure a fragrance that only she can come off, then yes we can say that we exist.
The winter is a season of distress not only to the nobler race of man, but all animated creatures. Game and wildfowl of every species is tamed by rigor. Markets are overcrowded with all sorts of ducks, hares, plovers, woodcocks and snipes. In the mid 1800’s in London hares were a sh...
I love the garden, the smell of wet sod filled of life, the white picket fence and the gate open wide to the color inside.
As usual I go on my morning walk and meander through woods, hedgerows and fields in summertime.
Squeezing through a gap in a concrete fence I am back in the fields where my friends and myself played as children. Things have changed it is overrun left to rot or has it always been like that? Did we see things through different eyes many years ago?
May chases winter away and smiles her sunbeams across the land. The May breezes have many beautiful perfume's.
A snapshot of a man who is stranded a long way away from where he wants to be. He dreams of going home.
A Sparrow Hawk swoops low over fields and meadows searching for small birds and chicks.
Many years ago in Bethnal Green the house gardens would be open for all. People wandered about from garden to garden and maybe buy a flower or two for a penny.
A beautiful poem emanates from a lovely comment of readers All are welcome to comment ..
Deep in a dark woods a dirty pool of water and the quietness of the woods give the place a scary look. But all changes when the sun shines.
It's about a little hamlet overlooked by meadows and beautiful flowers. It's a world of its own.
This poem is about a day in May, where meadows are like a beautiful canvas of color.
If you read others and comment life becomes that much more meaningfulAs both the reader and commentator lend flowery music to melodious poetry This you can see if you read this one carefully Inspired by Terry
When ever I see imagination flowering words emanate One such small example outstretched
Story of a single seed that is lonely as it grows and blossoms into a beautiful flower by the shining of sun.
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