You talk to me of lambs gambling, of ramblers ambling, through fields green, beside meandering streams.
You speak to me of verdant bowers, where lovers while away the hours, in love’s young dream.
I tell you of an urban street, where the gale buffets and people battle to retain their feet.
I impart to you the wind’s loan moan, as I wander home alone, in weather bleak.
K Morris - Poet 
Fabulous contrast. ❤
Many thanks Tess. Kevin
You are welcome, Kevin. ❤
Love the tumbling sounds.
Thank you so much for your comment. I can only apologise for the huge delay in replying. I am usually prompt in responding to comments and cant imagine how I missed yours. All the very best to you. Kevin
No sweat, it happens. WordPress has lots of holes in its notifications. Have a wonderful weekend, Kevin. 🙂
You to, have a lovely weekend. All the very best. Kevin
Such fun to read! A quirky and pleasant ride.
Thank you for your comment. I’m pleased you enjoyed my poem. Many apologies for the delay in responding to your comment. I somehow missed it when originally posted. Best wishes. Kevin
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Thanks for sharing Kate. Best. Kevin