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on sound
the geese I lovetheir drifting callsfiltering through the leafless treesI seek the skeinwatch it spread across the ice blue abovesee how it stretches, unfurlscollapsestoward the stubblerises and falls like a sheet in the breezenever quite settlesfolds of nervous ripples run through the flockthey’ve come so far for this?dissenters lift offcirclegather followersreturn to the heavy earthwhere →
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on borders
ejected by North Searagged rubber dingy beachedno sign of the crew ~ n.b. Who braved the waves on this through Storm Dudley, Storm Eunice, or Storm Franklin? Did they make dry land? CLP 27/02/2022 →
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Following the Tractor
When the combine has cut through the wheat, The bailer tidied all loose ends And The Downs have felt the drag of plough and harrow, Swallows and martins scour the chalk field in hundreds A restless gathering, swooping, sweeping low From roadside wires and hedge tops Assembling their collective will to flee Our gloomy, damp, →
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On Leaving
Despite rain and gales It’s imperative to leave Martins battle on . n.b. I was very surprised to see a handful of house martins struggling against the fierce Westerlies this evening. The past two weeks of weather have not been conducive to life on the wing locally; let alone commencing a transcontinental migration. When one →
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