Alone I stand in the trough of a hill,
Limbs all battered, green fingers they'e ill
Deep marks on my body from battles of old
I long to give shelter to those, from the cold

My brothers have fallen, lost to an age
Men with sharp axes to gather a wage
Shaped into buildings and even the wheel
A land lost now lost to concrete and steel

The green places have gone, all lost to time,
No ch...

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AUTUMN SKYSCAPE

Dawn comes in a flash of colour, the sky torn apart by yellow,

stark leafless trees stand out against the heavens which have thin wispy clouds that hide the sun behind an ocean of colour that my eyes struggle to see.

Soon the brightness dies like a wilting flower and the clouds layer the sky in an undulating landscape of gossamer;

it looks like an ups...

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