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G4EBT > POEM 14.10.04 16:46l 42 Lines 1062 Bytes #999 (0) @ WW
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Subj: "Gifts"
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From: G4EBT@GB7FCR.#16.GBR.EU
To : POEM@WW
Saw this little poem recently. I thought that in a troubled world
it was rather nice in a cheesy sort of way, so here it is:
"Gifts"
Give me the warmth of a summer's day,
Give me the songs of the birds,
Give me a garden filled with flowers,
And my happiness needs no words.
Give me the cold green depths of the woods,
Give me a rippling brook,
Give me the time to laze in the sun,
Reading my favourite book.
Give me the towering mountains,
Give me the rolling downs,
Give me the heather-clad moorlands,
You can keep your cities and towns.
Author: Con Whaley, (1979).
Only as I typed this did I realise that all of the countryside described
in the poem is within a couple of hours drive of here in East Yorkshire.
Hope someone out there in packetland enjoyed it!
73 - David, G4EBT @ GB7FCR
Eddystone User Group Member
G-QRP Club Member No: 1339
QTH: Cottingham, East Yorkshire.
Message timed: 15:59 on 2004-Oct-14
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