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Come down from among the Clouds
Come down from among the clouds and seat yourselves.
I will set plates for y'all. There will be no wooden flatware,
no metal cups, certainly no raggedy napkins. The ceramic
made in China, flatware in the USA, tempered glass in
Argentina, and napkins cut and sewn by a little old colored
lady in Little Rock, Arkansas, while her great granddaughter...
Friday 1st March 2019 12:38 am
I rejoice to see that old wood five-bar gate
that still stands guard beneath the ancient beech
to a field sloping gently down the hill.
The gate from an old farm track - now lost to time -
has seen so many seasons, so many harvests pass
and must have known an age of scythes and stooks
of horse drawn harrows, ploughs and wooden carts.
What could it tell of the village...
Wednesday 6th February 2019 12:08 pm