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Sep 2020
I wander lonely as a cloud feeling fantastic and Oh so proud..black faced ewes are all around midst whistling wind with sunny shroud..

These green hills are my homelands near ancient castles and golden sands..What more could a person ask ? my scenic stroll is ne’er a task..listening to the Skylarks hovering overhead nurturing their little ones tucked up in their bed

Beautiful butterflies lead my way looking for some meadow flowers to
land and play..This must be heaven sent for sure.. God’s own kingdom so rich and pure..as I rest for a while to take in my view..fresh green fields with skies of blue
Written by
Jill Tait
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