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Silently watching the waters slip by,
climbing the sty into the muddy field.
Walking the clifftops over looking the sea,
silently watching as the scenery yield.

Rolling hills along the clifftops,
watching from the bench at the top.
Looking over to the bay,
feeling of love and relax, I want to stay!
Sitting overlooking the bay,
farmers cut the grass to make hay.
Bailers are out seeing to the corn,
watching the scenery at dawn.
Silently watching the land how beautiful it is,
sitting on the benches overlooking the sea.
How wonderful would it be,
just to be me?
Rolling hills, trees and shrubs,
animals foraging for grub.
Saying hello to passers by,
climbing back over the sty!

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I enjoy writing poetry as and when I get an inspiration to do so. When I am not writing I am enjoying curry day!

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