25.04.2022
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The fields were glade-green. The sound of chirping chicks filled the air. The moon was like a phantom-silver orb. A pageant of smells floated in the spring air and a horde of dandelions littered the meadow. Staffs of slim light spilled from the sky. Proud-breasted pigeons strutted across the meadow. The scene was spirit-refreshing and pastoral. The meadow smelled pear fresh. There was a blossom sweet taste to the food we ate. Though what is it? Perhaps the sweet taste of Easter! Happy Easter 2022 from the British Lyceum!
Bunnies hopped,
Eggs were dropped
Koolich shared
Eyes wide stared
An Easter Day
Some British Play
Memories made
Joy in spades!
