In Wales there are jewels
To gather, but with the eye
Only. A hill lights up
Suddenly; a field trembles
With colour and goes out
In its turn; in one day
You can witness the extent
Of the spectrum and grow rich
With looking. Have a care;
The wealth is for the few
And chosen. Those who crowd
A small window dirty it
With their breathing, though sublime
And inexhaustible the view.

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Patricia May Neiderer
circa 6 anni

feeling the breeze
as the flowers sway
even a goat in the distance
the smell of the sweet earth
the glory of the ray
hoping to visit someday

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