In His Daze...

He's in the barn, watching the golden rays of sun
stream down. He's climbing the big, old oak tree, that
he's found. He's running off threw the blades of grass.
He's thinking of, that cute, little girl who smiled at him
last. He's full of wonder, young and free. He's imagining
what there is yet to be. He's laying in the fresh cut hay.
He's down by the river, listening to what it has to say. And
as the pearly strands of rain come down. The fields become a
play ground. And in the mist and rain, of a warm summers
morn, a cool breeze blows, and new is born! There, he is, as
he stares off in that glaze. There, .. There! He is in his

by Flower Navarre

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An awesome narration of the British army in action and it's victorious march.
Next of the royal blood. Well expressed poem. Sylva.
a fantastic historical write of how brave Englishmen fought and won a fight?
Smile! ! Day by day. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Brave brother.... thanks por posting....
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