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Spring us from our winter cells.
Let us dwell again in dells
and, as we compass heathered fells,
unfurl like fiddleheaded ferns.
Find us rapt in sunny spells.
Let us leap in surf and swells
and winkle sustenance from shells
before inclemency returns.
Travis Brow
Thu 26th Feb 2015 11:26
Thanks Laura. They might end up tight but you can't see the working out. Trust me, i can ramble.
mmmMMM - you specialise in these tight little poems don't you? I ramble on and always have to cut loads out.
I love this - so much in so few lines, and I am right with you. Summer's comin' round thank god!
Travis Brow
Thu 26th Feb 2015 07:02
Thanks Jackie; roll on summer indeed.
Just how I feel, roll on Summer. Nice poem by the way.
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Travis Brow
Thu 26th Feb 2015 15:01
Thanks Natalie. I'm itching to get my shorts back on.