O, money can't buy the delights of the glen,
Nor Poetry sing all its charms.
There's a solace and calm ne'er described by the pen
When we're folded within Nature's arms!
James Rigg
My little green patch, my haven.
And this time, I'll let the pictures do all the talking...
Nor Poetry sing all its charms.
There's a solace and calm ne'er described by the pen
When we're folded within Nature's arms!
James Rigg
My little green patch, my haven.
And this time, I'll let the pictures do all the talking...
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