Wednesday, August 23, 2017

England. A double tanka poem.

Rolling hills of green
Under sweet drizzle that chills.
Tunnels made of trees
And yellow stone cottages.
Flowers galore on the ground.

Sheep grazing afar,
Little cows in the meadow.
Dogs on a tight leash,
Ducks swimming frozen waters.
My beautiful island home.


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    1. Thanks. Poetry really isn't my thing, but I like trying new forms. It's the only way to learn.