Lilian Nash Poems

My home is in the mountains
Far beneath the sky
With views across the valley
The place where I shall die The years have gone but happy ones
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Out in the South Atlantic
Our brave men go
To fight for peace and freedom
Against a hidden foe With ships and planes they sail the sea
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What is it about the honeysuckle
Who's perfume smell so sweet
What is it about the petals
That curl as if in sleep
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