Poems in 140 characters or less...
....
across the golden deadness
of last years fern
calls a curlew
in answer to the sky
....
the valley is gently green
unapologetic of it's beauty
the houses like tumbled quarry rock
fear their fate - weed their garden
....
a bird rises like a soap bubble
from the heather
in two bobs and a bound
it is gone
as you tramp onwards
wishing for wings
....
the bluebells
know there is no turning back
and take the chance
to grab the woods
....
peace:)
The Blue Book
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