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 Harry Sweeden. My life in verse.

English Winter
It is cold outside under the winter sky
The creeping frost starts to take hold
Squirrels leave trails marking their progress
Gathering the nuts for their fold.
A Robin sits on the fence singing
Telling the world “that's his patch”!
A cat looks on hoping for an early lunch
Those claws are not only to scratch!?
Vapour trails open up the morning sky
Jets to a far away land…?
Maybe in search of a warmer place to settle
Or a long weekend in the sand?
England for me is the land I love
It’s true beauty is without any compare
Our woodlands, our marsh lands and everything within
Our people… having such flair.
Even when it’s cold under a winter’s sky
There is a warmth that runs through us all
This country of mine is the best place to be
Especially when winter-time calls.

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