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Sun setting Behind hills of brown Crows fly Crows cry Beneath greying clouds The old shepherds road Lies empty now A home for thistle And heather And memories A burn peat stained Chases down Steep gullies Over rocks and tumbles To darkening river below And flows sludge slow Under stone still bridge Past field And bank To forest shadowed All is quiet now The still of dusks deep desire For peace And solitude And death Of day And birth Of night 19/09/1998
Published inCountrysidePoemRemembrance

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