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Jan 10
Above the multi-mullioned windows
chimneys ****** their brick and stone
beside the stately sycamores
which wave and sing to simple chords
conducted by the wandering breeze

Reaching down from branch and limb
and silvered by the moons first touch
where softened contrasts merge as one
their night time shadows shift and sway
on wood side tracks and gravelled paths

Into this scene a girl appears
a gentle lass of summers few
unpractised in the arts of life
and waiting for the warming sun
to melt the ice of youths reserve

Light of foot she strokes the ground
with shoes which dance to simple chords.
Written by
Michael Edwards
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