Poetry Blog by Edie Hope (freedom)
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Wilderness
Magic spun
that long weekend in the sun
Walled in by barking mad
singing
swinging
hip-hop slinging
fairy lighted
sprightly spun
oak aged treetop conductors of fun.
The grass we lay upon
be our blanket
The songs we sung
Need no rhythm. Rhyme nor reason
As rules are broken
and hedonism reigns all.
Tranquil, serene, only to be seen by eyes who wish ...
Sunday 14th September 2014 7:57 pm
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