Pages tagged with Glades

When I received the invitation to go with some friends to ski - in Bansko, Bulgaria ... admit I was a little disappointed by the idea. Bulgaria ski? Why not Austria or Switzerland or France, or even Andorra?
This is the season of forest splendour and trees wear their finest robes they burst forth into all their richest and warmest colours of the year,
A old soldier lays on his bed it is his last day. The memories of his wonderful life return.
One fine blustering autumn day an old man puts on his boots pulls up his trousers off he goes, If anyone wondered where he was going it was to a forest a good long walk.
Looking at nature as it unfolds its gifts and a song in your heart.
As April shows its responsibility in a new year the early flowers are not seen so very well as the later flowers.
A poem about April, walking through parks, meadows, heaths and commons after a hard winter.
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