McIlroy

by Wolf Haines   Aug 8, 2008


The sound of fir cones crunching beneath my feet as I gander through the trees,
Taking pleasure in the bluebells as they sway with the breeze.
With the added feel of the sunlight as it radiates through the leaves.
And watching the kingfisher as he starts dancing between the reeds.
What a delightful little park this is.

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