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In the meadow I sat alone

Beneath the swaying trees

With pollen drifting all around

It was then I began to sneeze,

The air was filled with silence

On my face was a gentle breeze

I felt so relaxed sitting there

I started eating my bread and cheese,

I then thought of the needy

among the falling leaves

I was so overcome

That I fell down to my knees

By Malcolm Bradshaw

About poetreecreations

I am an author writer publisher web administrator I run poetry workshops in the community. My published Manners childrens poetry book can be found at

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