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5. The Druids' Harvest/November Leaves
The woodland looks fantastic at this time of year. (In the strictest sense; a fantasy, a mere collage of every smeared and painted word.) It begins with greens; I'll spare the list I heard, and only...
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4. The Sea Singer
1. If I was a turn-stone, I'd hop along the shore, I'd pick and pry and lift up stones, And never wish for more. 2. If I was a seagull, I'd circle and I'd dive, I'd preen and I would swagger round, The...
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3. Toad-Stone
1. Tick, tock, toad-stone Crouching in the river bed Tell me where the ocean went Tell me where you lay your head. 2. Tick, tock, toad-stone Swaddled in the ocean's bone Show me where the river goes...
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2. Allotment 17b
1. The trees are gnarled and gentle, The grass is long and fair, A hundred years of workers Fed their hungry families here. We're finding flowers in corners, The grass is full of light, And in this...
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1. I Am the Mountain
I am the mountain. I am the river that flows down its flanks. I am the wind that dances through the peaks. I am the buzzard who drifts on the wind. I am the rowan and the hawthorn, the gorse bush green...
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