Hemitage Wood. Poem by Michael Cochrane

Hemitage Wood.

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Scottish autumn air fills my breath, sharp and cold. Through the huge canopy of beautiful trees I see the river, thick ice forms on the top glistening in the morning sunshine. Huge granite boulders formed millions of years ago stand as sentinels in the water.
Michael Cochrane © 2022

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LeeAnn Azzopardi 08 October 2022

Lovely write Michael Top 5

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