AT PLAY ( A SONG )

 

                     

                  The marching train of geese

                   Beside the purling streams

                   The playful golden beams

                   The flying birds with ease.

                   The skating clouds like girls

                   Touching slowly each other’s curls;

                   The fisher’s tilting line

                   The dance of lilies fine.

                    I feel, I feel so gay

                   To see Nature at play;

                   To hear the song and sweep

                   Of wind and bleating sheep.

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         29th June, 2019               Somaseshu Gutala