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It’s winter still,
But won’t be long,
Till the air will fill
With sweet birdsong.
Above the tree,
The sky is grey.
I long to see
The squirrels play.
I close my eyes
And breathe it in.
Then go inside,
To the biscuit tin!
Thanks for reading my first Vocal poem! I hope you enjoyed it. All winter long I desperately wait for Spring to come - to see the new leaves on the trees and hear the little baby birds calling out to ther parents. I long for warmer days and longer evenings. But there is joy to be found in the still quietness of a winter day. I wanted to capture that feeling in words before spring finally arrives
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Dan Jones
Doing a spot of writing here and there to reconnect with my creative side.
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