Kyre pools
By Rhiannonw
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Clear blue sky, bright winter sun,
fresh, crisp air, a touch of breeze,
rippled patches, still reflections –
tracery of the edging trees;
none but us, and singers hidden
in the branches, and a sudden
buzzard calling from up high
cat-like ‘mew’, in clear blue sky.
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So very beautiful, this,
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I agree, it's beautiful, and
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I love when an economy of
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I liked this. I have
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HI Rhiannon
HI Rhiannon
Welcome back. I presume you were somewhere walking and watching birds, and will soon be telling us all about it.
This is a lovely little poem. I am wondering if the same is true this year - being mild.
What does Kyre mean - is it just the name of the place where you were walking?
Jean
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Hi Rhiannon, reading this
Hi Rhiannon, reading this poem was a pleasure. I've been thinking of you and sending good health your way. I do hope your health gets better and better each day after your operation.
I also hope you are able to get out and about and enjoy short walks, like the beautiful nature in your poem which I thought was very descriptive and had me wanting to venture out today.
Thank you for sharing and take good care of yourself.
Blessings always.
Jenny. x
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