In Summer when the dew lays down
And fragrance sears the sky on high
We walk where yellow cowslips dine
And we go so slow.

Love Mary **

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I love this imagery. To me, it's very nostalgic. Lovely work.

You paint such a pretty picture with your words in this poem.. I could picture two people walking slowly.. I can even smell the summer air!