Sweet comes the morning In natures adorning
& bright shines the dew on the buds o the thorn
Where Mary Ann rambles
Through sloe trees & brambles
Shes sweeter than wild flowers that open at morn
Shes a rose i' the dew love
Nothings sweeter than true love
Shes as gay as the poppy that grows in the corn
Images by my friend #CarryAkroyd
#photography #poetry #environment
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