Wordle 82–The Sunday Whirl

It’s not Sunday, but better late than never. It’s still my first foray into poetry in probably 15 years. Be kind. Smile Any title recommendations?

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Birds flying; Deer Leaping
Brook forward ever creeping
Life in the hollow never ceasing
New life and old ever cycling

Wood piled high and deep
Beavers the river do keep
Although rocky and sometimes dry
Peaceful and patient they try

At the edges stand the walls
Standing sentry, trees stand tall
Phantoms and ghosts travel round
Keeping trespassers to the ground

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