September Sun
Gently the wind whispers its magic,
In the September Sun,
The Green grass glistens,
Swaying slightly in the garden,
A magpie sounds like a machine gun,
The sky is crystal clear,
On this September sunny day,
Summer’s serenity in the garden,
Murmuring its magic,
The wind shows its strength,
The sirens and cars can be heard in the distance,
But Serenity has opened her arms and sent,
This magnificent September sun,
A beautiful Blessing in disguise.
Margaret Mara
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DARK WINTERS NIGHT
What a night,
The rain pelted the windows,
The sound heavier
As the hours progressed
MISTY MORNING
Misty, grey, November morning,
Everything still,
The sky is grey,
As the rain falls
THE HORSE
Has there ever been a more magnificent creature,
Such dignity and elegance,
And a sense of superiority,
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