|
February
Betty Hattersley
|
For now the end of winter,
Enter into spring,
Buds will start to open,
Robins flee the wing.
Underneath the hedgegrow,
Animals start to yawn,
Refreshing, starting out again,
Young lambs will soon be born.
| | |
|

 |

 |

Publications
 |

 |

 |

 |

 |

 |

 |

Residents
 |

 |

 |

Join Us
 |

 |

 |

Chat
 |

 |

 |

Entertainment
 |

 |

Contact
 |

 |

   |
|