the farms - plump cottage rolls
   biscuit walled,  oven blackened
   slate tapped  -
                sidle through
                the valleys
in search of seclusion

stone floored
    dumb - pretending - but tight
like farmer's unwethered grip
pulling the lamb and the land
into the fold

     pushing the hills
with the balls of the hand
rolling them
   and squeezing up
      sto...

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amidst dewy dawning

and distant lowing

scrambling over

tangled root stone bedding

beneath hillside glowing

from cloud stalked

cold shock

to sun burst warming

flows river umber

running iced  tea

tarnished and malty

to this tumble

comes happy dog

snout near rabbit deep

as spooked cottontails peep

from behind mossy log

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