Sunday, February 19, 2023

Hours



 Heavy lay the burdens of time and the things we have lost

Ours was the field, first ploughed, left fallow in frost

Under the great oak in golden summers, hayricks and strawdust


Round and round we danced, the Maypole built for us


Sadly, my friend, the day grows dark, and leave we must.
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