Sunday, 25 September 2016

Unsung Sunday Song

Battle Plans At Dawn

The birds report in evening song
Rabbits confer in fields
And as the day distills ere long
Descends a blanketing shield.


“Calm now, rest” whispers Nature,
“From the ravishes of man,
We’ll begin again tomorrow,
To salvage what we can.”

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