In a promising world with a perfect place to play, work live
and laugh. Would be pleasant people purple posies and playful puppies with
chocolate box houses, four shades hills and blooms will host the valleys of
virtue, to the highest level.
Looking across lakes under lavender skies skimming soft
spray from raindrops rattling round pips of pouncing pitter pattering on
plastic platforms and puddles proudly reflecting rainy reminders of rejected roads and undulating
pathways in painted villages with ponds full of Shubunkins. Pike in the flowing
rivers run through the romantic scenes of historical relics and rocks with moss
and rusty ruins raging Roman reminders of time gone by.
Rickety fences forgotten by paints and protectors add to the
quaint atmosphere. Antagonised by nettles are the Autumn Hawkbit, buttercups
blend a beautiful background for butterflies to benefit and birds a like.
Ducks dance like dainty daffodils on a river bank bouncing
back and forward floating freely on the carpet of water with wistful willows
weeping wildly in winds so wonderful and wanted in this heat, hopeful for
happiness to heal what’s wrong. Waiting patiently for passing peacocks posing
proudly with colours of blues, browns burgundy and yellows, reds too!
Kindness kisses, honey hugs, whilst plants pour over teak troughs!
Tall trees tap against my bedroom window and lanterns light up the avenue of autumn
ancient oaks, and chimneys smoke foggy flurries from fiery flames.
Jadelike pebbles jumping jiggling as though jelly on a porcelain
plate at a party. A performance perhaps of an artist painting pictures illustrating
in inky blue indigo and in children’s classical chronicles enjoyed in classes
across the globe. Golds glitter as giant coins gamble a game or two without
winners who only lose.
Who invented the word alliteration; in fact what is its
origin? It’s said to have been invented by Pontanus in the 15th
century, a celebration of sometimes clever words for sure.
“Yep, yours truly was terribly bored.”
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