Daily poem: Terza Rima stanza 26


A brook, a wood, a golden field, a hill

These places ring with such a happy sound

The rippling stream a thrush’s summer trill.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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