Iambic Pentameter

Reading Stephen Fry’s ‘The Ode Less Travelled’ I started writing while sitting in the sun…

The birds are singing sweetly in the trees
I wish my love could be here with me now
and sense the stillness of the cloistered glen

There is a time for sitting in the sun
Until the shadows fall and cool the grass
till distant hum of bees and far off planes
Return us to the place we love to be
The house where once we sat and planned our lives
Now just a memory sweet, yet still is mine.
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