naturepoetry
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Lake water lapping Along low strides of river Rushing to the sea. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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A low bumble-buzz, Honeybee mistaken for Elbow-stinging wasp. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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Spewing from a dark Blue outside. Evening’s pale Shuffle dance begins. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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Golden limes in spring, To behold is such a thing. Chomp through zesty zing. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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To smell the high grass ‘neath willow bramble and dew, Over hill ridged view. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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Blood echoes on wind, The screams and cries of nature Fallen on deaf ears. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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With Autumn comes death, Green turns into golden brown, Nature’s slate wiped clean. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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Flying geese on high sing their freedom call, while we toil away below. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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In the dead of night, when all other birds have slept, the midnight owl flits. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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You will know vengeance! Hark! Be still my dogs of war. Masked insanity. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
Giuseppe Gillespie Writing 