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 Up The Lane

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Once more- to haunt the country lane;
the hollow and secret bower
of a melancholy refrain.

So fit it should begin to rain,
Autumn send her gloomy shower
once more to haunt the country lane.

We persist in similar vein,
in thrall to a timeless power
in the melancholy refrain:

Set free all sprites to walk again
if only for a brooding hour,
once more to haunt the country lane

And purge from every moonstruck brain
worm that blights the blue dipped flowers,
such a melancholy refrain.

We go at will (what to explain?)
come down from ivory towers,
echoing down the country lane
our own melancholy, melancholy refrain.



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M.C. Newberry

Mon 24th Sep 2018 16:42

Successful in evoking a time and place that is known to
many of us with origins in or a familiarity with the countryside. I can almost feel the rain dripping from
overhanging branches and feel the mud squelching
beneath my feet.
In my mind, I am once again
Meandering down a "memory lane".

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