Beautiful country, thy lines so sublime Horizons gently appear as fields unfold yielding plentiful plantations of life's golden crops The patterns of farmland lay a carpet of evolving colours spreading away from the hills and forests in a fanciful pattern of provincial tapestry
I love thee dear countryside of my childhood you gave me memories to cherish and a lasting love of our beautiful British Isles
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Posted: Jun 2017
About this poem:
I just wanted to state how beautiful our country is ...
New Zealand has given me so much to be thankful for, and I admit, would never have been possible in the UK, yet it is the UK that holds special memories....does the salty air taste better there........or is it childhood memories....whatever...I understand as it will always be home.......Kathy
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