Dear Spies,
Here is a lovely poem that Word Spy Sophie from Perth has sent me - I hope you all enjoy it as much as I have!
There is a place in
the countryside
Where the air is
crisp and sweet
Where horses frolic in the soft green grass
Where the hills and
train line meet
There is a place in
the countryside
Where there is no sin or greed
Where children play
all day long
Where the youth
plants many a seed
There is a place in
the countryside
Where time doesn’t even
matter
Where grass is as
green as wellington boots
Where people are as
mad as a hatter
There is a place in
the countryside
The lush and
beautiful countryside
Where the grass is
green and the air is sweet
There is a place in
the countryside
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