Walking through freshly cut grass
heightens the senses
picking up notes singing of the seasons
from tulips, daffodils and roses
sweet smells travel down the path
as nearby bakery cooks up something sweet
and the kids line up outside the door
for an iced doughnut or gingerbread man
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Born and Bred in Salford, England - I live a short distance from Old Trafford - Home to Manchester United Football Club. I volunteer at Sale Harriers athletic club and at Imperial War Museum North - where i help as a guide to visitors in the galleries. A blogger, photographer, volunteer and occasional writer.
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This is the perfect poem for today’s WQW. Thanks for linking. Don’t forget to include a favorite quote. 🙂
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I love this!!! Well done!
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