Poetry

Plain

On the quiet plain where horizons sigh, A sea of grass rolls soft beneath the sky, Gold‑tinged stalks whisper in the gentle breeze, While distant hills keep watch like ancient trees. No

Oddly

Oddly the world tilts on a sideways grin, Where teacups hum and shadows wink within. A sock may wander off to find its mate, While clocks retreat to tea‑time, half past eight.

Taupe

Taupe whispers in the quiet room, A muted blend of grey and brown, It hangs upon the wall like silk, A subtle hue, both calm and mild. It does not shout, nor does it

Quail

In dew‑kissed meadow a covey stirs, their speckled plumage a soft whisper, they dart through heather, quick and shy, a fleeting charm ’neath British sky.

Edify

Edify the mind with gentle grace, In quiet rooms where thoughts take place, A steady hand, a patient voice, To lift the soul, to give it choice. Through verses whispered, lessons learned, The

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