A Frisky Lamb

Poem By Christina Georgina Rossetti

A frisky lamb
And a frisky child
Playing their pranks
In a cowslip meadow:
The sky all blue
And the air all mild
And the fields all sun
And the lanes half shadow.

Comments about A Frisky Lamb

Beautiful imagination
Nice imagery and good flow.
......beautiful imagery....a perfect place to play..


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