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Landscape


Landscape   

by Robert Neest


The different shapes of white and hasty clouds  

Are letting see the blue and shiny sky 

Just here and there and only for a bit 

To show the sun is up and lights the day. 


We see the rocky mountains spread around 

With green and scattered spots all over them 

That are from lonely trees among the stones 

Like spears raised from the forest to the top. 


Few groups of houses sit below apart 

And let the wide and green fields fill the sight 

With red and blue and yellow stains about 

From warmly coloured flowers on the ground. 


A noisy, cold and dark blue stream aside 

Is making way through wet and rounded stones 

With falling water making white foam there 

And sending cool and moisten air throughout. 

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