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Chiltern Morning

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Whirling, whistling, wheeling

The red kites greet the day

Above the frosted hillsides

Like children out to play

Snowdrops on the roadside

Hint at coming Spring

When length'ning days and growing warmth

Will nature's bounty bring

Along the quiet country lane

Past sturdy stone-built barn

Where swollen stream in meadow green

Flows t'wards a silent farm.

Cross village scene there comes the sound

Of happy schoolyard fun

As cottages stand slumbering

Beneath the wintry sun.

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