Poems ✍️

Everything was peaceful with only the sound of the breeze
blowing softly through those tall pine trees
On the marsh, there was no flood like winter time
just puddles of water that had gone into decline
This is a favorite place where you and I go, where
a memory remains of a pace that is slow.
The Stiffkey Marsh that we used to pass everyday
has now become our place where we love to stay.
Gone are the days when we drove straight past
because we were too much in a hurry, to make the
splendor last.A nature walk that goes on for miles with
people chatting as they cross the styles.
We have now discovered a place of beauty, a treasure
chest full of natures booty. A wonderful place that holds
the meaning of love, if this is Heaven then lift us above.