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The Country cottage đź’•

The Country cottage đź’•

There is a country cottage not too far away

Down a hillock, thru the valley where the little Lambs play

Surrounded by tall Oak trees, whilst branches sway

And that awesome Autumn falls within a glorious, golden array..

Now in that country cottage there lives a faithful, Farmer’s wife

She has milked in the dairy, Friesian Cows all of her life 

Where her hard working Husband has shared her insufferable strife

When the cold winds blow and it cuts just like a knife..

So this elderly couple have weathered very well

Living off the land, raising cattle they can sell

Mind you the winters will be  wicked and as harsh as hell

With snowdrifts making them isolated and the floods in the dell...

 

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Greg Etsell

wonderful poem 
i love the photo
of the cottage  
i could live there!!!!!!!!!! 

 

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Jill Tait

I never slept, stupid me kept thinking new poems lol
i wrote 8 the entire night including this one 🤣🤣❤️💕🌹Don’t say about this online lol Hubby will know I use my tiny ipod thru night xx he has my iphone in living room thru night xxx🤣

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