The Air, The Pure Air! Poem by james watkin

The Air, The Pure Air!



The air, the pure air!
A champagne-chilled glass.
In hidden valleys, I see
Sparkling waters pass.

That light, that blushed light!
An apple-orchard's.
In mountain retreats, one gives
His pecking regards.

Monday, September 2, 2019
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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