Friday, January 23, 2009

holiday poetry 3

High country Molesworth
Cob cottage settles to history
Neath cloudless blue and Hyracium burn
Warm wind caress
River chilled restore

Back country is high country,
is hard country
Beech my carpet and my roof
St James a Walkway
Pilgrim in n out
At 8 year old pace we stride

Posted by steve at 07:24 PM | Comments (1)

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  1. loving the poetry you have been churning out lately

    Comment by jason — January 26, 2009 @ 4:00 am

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