Long ago I wrote a little poem (well, kinda) about New England. Here it is:
New England Village
by
Annabelle Ambrosio
Twinkling lights distant
Surrounded by greenery
How proudly hold your heads
For all to see.
Above you rests a sky of blue,
All clean, and clear, and
grandly new.
Awake in me my vital breath,
So I may catch your glory left.
Of years gone by,
America great,
The land on which our
Forfathers spake.
Fill my lungs so I may give
Life to those who after me may live.
Speaking of New England, I've been watching some CDs of Murder She Wrote. They were wonderful t.v. shows of Jessica Fletcher, the mystery writer who resided in Cabot Cove. They are a real classic.
Bye for now.
1 comment:
Lovely poem. I was 'there' with you.
Sounds like you had a wonderful day.
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