The Secret Shire

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The Secret Shire - Shropshire
The Secret Shire (extract from Shirelands,

Silent, serene, this rural scene,
Stretches to distant vales:
Wild flowers grow free, tall broad-leaved trees
Embroider fields and dales.
In scented skies a red kite flies,
Swallows feed on the wing,
Tiny and bold a stonechat scolds,
Perched low on purple ling.
Admire the views, the myriad hues
The sun and shade impart:
These fields and streams will fill your dreams
And linger in your heart.

H. J. Jones

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