Poem -

Natures Home

Natures Home.

There's a little piece of woodland

near to where I roam,

Where the bluebells and the buttercups

are left to do their own.

The birch, the beech, the alder

the sycamore and ash,

They seem to wander aimlessly

into the sky a vast.

And in this piece of woodland

the holly grows so free,

And protects it from the outside world

with its thorny crown of leaves.

The birds, the bees, the butterflies

Are left to live in peace,

As the river swims so endlessly

towards the oceans deep.

And as I sit here all alone

in mother nature's grasp,

She eases me of troubled mind

and cleans my burdened soul.

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Phil Hanlon

This is the first time I have ever written a poem or anything for that matter, So I hope you like it.

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Sparrowsong

Hello Phil...

Welcome to Cosmo! 

Your first poem ever WOW!

Great write! 

Thank you for sharing...

Hugs...

sparrowsong 

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Phil Hanlon

Thank you so much Sparrowsong.

My kids made me put it online. 

Thanks for your welcome and your lovely comment.

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