Pages tagged with Meadowcroft

Meadows rich with green grass, little wild flowers softly sway, On a small wind drifting gently past on this late summer’s day,
Sitting in a garden on a July morning a robin trills his summer song.
Looking at nature as it unfolds its gifts and a song in your heart.
A poem about April, walking through parks, meadows, heaths and commons after a hard winter.
A poem about children playing in the fields their grandmother played. It lists all of natures beauty and the bonds of friendships made when very young. A poem that goes back in time.
Every year, thousands of amateur archaeologists hit the highways of the United States in search of ancient ruins to investigate. These five are among the most exciting and educational to be found in North America.
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