I RAISE MY EYES I raise my eyes Walk through bent grass Calm to a standstill The oak silently nursing the foetus Breeze rapping the ringlets of the daffodil And no mind-boggling equations Share this: poemPrintTwitterFacebookLinkedInRedditTumblrPinterestPocketTelegramWhatsAppEmailMastodonLike this:Like Loading... By timmyconway poet View all of timmyconway's posts.