here beneath the dozy bough

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beneath the dozy bough  (  a  p o e m  )



birds chirp through their repertoire

& buzz-on cries the bee

dandelions almost roar

which almost unnerves me


drystone walls & old hills sprawl

beyond what eyes can see

part-imagined orange orbs

dart in the valley green


jaundiced specks of buttercups

are scattered fancy-free

breezes whisper random words

phalanx, flapjack, ngwee


here beneath the dozy bough

of this sweet chestnut tree

a-pausing & absorbing

nature's po - et - ry

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