DAYS IN MY GARDEN 



circling flight, which seemingly has reached perfec- 

 tion, high up in the blue, and I gazed afar over fertile 

 green until the patchwork of the hedgerowed fields 

 and wooded slopes was blue mist-washed ; and on 



KOCK ROSE 



and on from blue to blue to where the distant hills 

 rose up beneath the straight flat base of puff-white 

 clouds, and marvelled once again at Nature's skill in 

 blending thus her blues and greens, to summer-dress 

 the land peace wrapped in promise. 



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