3\/9\/14 Verses in the Blenheim Palace grounds<\/p>\n
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0<\/i> \u00a0 i.<\/p>\n
Trees are majestic silhouettes<\/p>\n
forever etched in stillness grand,<\/p>\n
quivering slightly in the breeze<\/p>\n
as aura wafts the bracing scent<\/p>\n
of children’s laughter to my ears.<\/p>\n
And the mellow, well-aged taste<\/p>\n
of honest British conversation,<\/p>\n
wends its way, a stately flavor<\/p>\n
born upon penumbral wings.<\/p>\n
ii.<\/p>\n
I am a wanderer who sticks to the wildflowers,<\/p>\n
straying down paths strewn with golden halycon.<\/p>\n
You may conquer mountains strong and rooted before time<\/p>\n
risking life and limb for danger’s high and thrilling flight –<\/p>\n
As for me,<\/p>\n
I will lie in the dimming dusk in a hammock full of roses,<\/p>\n
singing with the bumblebees<\/p>\n
a homely melody.<\/p>\n
iii.<\/p>\n
Saunter through green, reflective seas,<\/p>\n
redolent of waking earth.<\/p>\n
Beauty – inutterable, elusively flitting –<\/p>\n
is held in this moment, ephemeral worth.<\/p>\n
iv.<\/p>\n
The sun throws its rays\u00a0to be fractured and broken<\/p>\n
on trees with their shadows of\u00a0negative might,<\/p>\n
a scream of beauty,<\/p>\n
dancing and singing\u00a0its agonized act\u00a0through the universe.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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