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nature poem

i go my way complacently
my soul is a dark ploughed field
the lightning flashed, and lifted
truely
day is done
come down at dawn from windless hills
my son is dead and i am going blind
rocked in the cradle of the deep
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
once this soft turf
muffled drum's sad roll has beat

 



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