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dales
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...
Friday 3rd April 2015 9:22 pm
By A River
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
...
Thursday 23rd August 2012 11:06 pm
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