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New Mown Grass

The fragrant scent of new mown grass
Was carried on the morning breeze,
A breath of warmth across the fields
Each time that it did blow,
The cherry boughs like clouds of dawn
That drifted through the April skies,
And faded in the distance
While their blossoms fell like snow.

They lay upon the dewy ground
That glistened in the dawning light,
With every movement of the branch
A few more flakes did fall,
Along the path I carried on
Whence silence greeted winter months,
So happy I to hear again
The song thrush sweetly call.

Where’er I looked my heart with joy
Did leap and bound with gladdened cheer,
As through the trees I wandered then
The bluebells met my gaze,
Round bush and trunk they gaily weaved
And lit the dappled woodland floor,
I thanked the Lord my eyes were blessed
To see such wondrous days.

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