Although the sun
Shone high
In the
dying
Summer sky
The east
wind,
Strong and
shrill
Carried in an
Early
autumn chill
Although the sun
Shone high
In the
dying
Summer sky
The east
wind,
Strong and
shrill
Carried in an
Early
autumn chill
Tranquillity descends
And
sunshine reigns
When the
storm abates
And peace
remains
The wind in the trees
Sang a sad
song
A plaintive
sound
Like a
crying child
And as it
blew through
The crying
leaves
On the
rainy morn
Shed tears
that fell
To the
forest floor
The Yellow bells
The viscid
herb
Inhabiting
the arid places
With its
sticky leaves
And
pendulous bell like
Yellow
flowers
Blooming in
the desert
Of the
south-western states
Our house was poor
But the
land was rich
Mother
Nature’s
Bountiful
abundance
Rich in
leaf and bud
Enriched in
flowers
Many a
summers’ day
I lay
amongst grasses
And the wild
flower stems
In scented
meadows
That leaves
me dazed
As the
summer sun
Set alight
the burning gem’s
Chirruping Crickets
Foxes in
the thicket
With
croaking frogs
And barking
dogs
Screeching
bats
And yowling
cats
We left the
ugly city
For
peaceful and pretty
Well the
country life
Is nothing
but strife
California Yellow bells
Inhabiting
the arid places
With
pendulous bell like
Yellow
flowers
Blooming in
the desert
The mist cascaded down the hillside Like a maiden’s hair Tumbling onto her shoulders The bare branches of the birch trees Pierced ...