Our Cottage Garden - Hartland Point Devon
The sun goes round
To wake the flowers
Who call the bees
Who buzz for hours
They bumble on
The bluest breeze
Across the lawns
Up in the trees
Their flight is mocked
By a dainty pair
Of butterflies
On buttered air
And through it all
A voice calls on
From a distant spire
A distant dong
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