Saturday 5 August 2017

Dreaming of the Silver Birch by Adam Parry

She spent  the day embroidering the sun
seemed to take so long
but by the time stilled, put away the thread.
All the children have risen from their beds
She watched then come out into the blue, blue day.
In the evening escaped the house heat
and found a stone in the long grass.
She fell asleep, dreaming of the silver birch
and seagulls playing faraway
and the morn's morn stitched new thread
of white and morning glee
and laughed the children on their way
New lessons learnt
this and every day.

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