You're gone but it was good

You had to put up with a lot

My moods and wanderings

A child dying alone in his cot

Carnations bring you back

Our shady garden bowers

You dangle from my heart

In chains of faded flowers

High up on Ilkley Moor

Laid in fields of heather

Laughing we made love

Never mind the weather

His birth was not easy

For you might h...

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:  muddened finger nails   we prize
path trodden stones for the cairn
   shoeless pattering feet    fresh
  
their voices echo forlorn
curlew cries    a'ringing rocks
   flying out over brown heather

   knuckle bones will not do
only pelvis and cheek
to smack down    crunch
   powder    for we are building

wishes - wishes are not free

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