Anthony Di'anno (North Yorkshire)
Emerald waters haunt my dreams of late.
Ancient oak hold spring deep within their bough.
Dappled sunbeams chalk crystal streams awake.
Young summer winds tease hare and bare hedgerow.
Emerald waters lay my mind at rest.
Heaven sent to heal within verdant rhyme.
Devoured through timid hand I request,
deservedly to reap this life of mine.
This gossamer world oh so easily spun,
from threads natural to an open heart.
Has golden appled oak in autumn sun,
and healing truth to offer from the start.
Such liquid life flowing from heartfelt stream,
draw this slumbering soul from winters dream.
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