Edith Wyatt

A City Afternoon

Green afternoon serene and bright, along my street you sail away Sun-dappled like a ship of light that glints upon a rippled bay. Afar, freight-engines call and toll; the sprays flash on the fragrant grass; The children and the nurses stroll; the charging motors plunge and pass. Invisibly the...

By Edith Wyatt
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28 October