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You know, I do remember how it was
Picking primroses from hedgerows alive
With the rain whilst the sea breathed out salt because
That is its way of being perceptive.
The tenacious gorse gifted with perfume.
Dancing Candytuft and upright Cowslips
And dogs, for whom Cornwall was their front room.
How the day had eyes and the night had lips.
Far away is youth in time and measure,
Like an old experiment in some book.
That wakens the mind to nature’s treasure;
Yet pulls at us, like some fishermen’s hook.
Normality has flowed down to the beach
And filled some empty shells with empty speech.
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| Posted: 27.3.2008 at 06:38 | Read 157 times | 2 comments | Leave Comment |
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