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A welcome breeze

A breeze that might persuade the trees

To break a bough or shed a leaf,

Came o’er the hills and down the lane

Across the fields of wheat and grain,

It twisted passed the ancient oak

And up a chimney curling smoke,

Below the blacksmith’s furnace glows

A welcome breeze to blow the coals.

© Joseph G Dawson