Hail the sun rises with her gold, Across the horizon she paints the land The green great plains lay low Watching her presence grow The hills rise to meet her warmth Desiring the joy she brought to the hamlet
Oke’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places
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Hail the sun rises with her gold, Across the horizon she paints the land The green great plains lay low Watching her presence grow The hills rise to meet her warmth Desiring the joy she brought to the hamlet