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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THE BOOK
To open it and not be able to put it down,
To love some of the characters
OUTSIDE MELODY’S PUB
The Valley looks absolutely resplendent on a lovely summer’s day
SEA SHORE OBSERVATIONS
Lost in the misty September morning I sat there,
Content just to be there
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