Walking through the woodland with my two companion hounds, I was amazed how tall the grass had suddenly become. – Which came to me in the lines “lost in grass” / “lost in June” and that’s how this poem began…. the rest of that walk completed this poem
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In June’s Time, Lost.
In June’s Time Lost,
– Earth on her Summer wave, flung
In the years green-tonic slung,
On the fresh canvas among
Mothers patchwork cover wrung
In the companions ‘scape, among
Dragon-flies and butterflies and pen-friends young.
Amidst untamed hay flung,
Where the sun-strikes and feet un-slung
The restored chaos and nettles left, un-stung.
The floodlight days hung,
In wild warm days sung.
– The tree-house upon earth, flung
In the emerald surf clung
– In June’s Time Lost.
~ K.S Blackmore
Perhaps go get lost in July’s time instead……?
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Made with the help of many a cups of tea & too many chocolate bars
Thank you for reading & watching
(Ssshhh ~ Next poem stirring under the title “Rose petal perfume and Wembley goals”………)