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An 7 year old girl called Holly was on her swing in the garden. She sang songs with the birds that flew past her. Her golden hair blew in the wind, swaying back and forth.
This poem was inspired by Mark Twain's "War Prayer". With a painful lurch the stranger came into the room, And cast his eyes about into the darkness and the gloom.
It takes seconds to say it Those three little words But when they do Their hearts sing like birds It takes minutes to realise Those words mean so much But when they do Begins the simplest touch It...
A pair of black birds live in my garden. Never leaving each others sight. They bob between the bushes. Finding worms in the undergrowth. Together they built a nest against my shed.