Lovely poem again. Beeches seem to be your aphrodisiac!!! (Just joking!) Reminds me of places where I lived too. I can remember 'helping' to make stooks when a child, and how prickly the stubble was.Jennifer
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Dave Caplan
Wed 6th Feb 2019 22:38
I found your wording so therapeutic Chris,
almost as if time stood still in idyllic rapture.
Dave
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