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Pastures New

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We must pack our bags and go
To the limits that we know
And beyond, to virgin fields
Where those greener grasses grow.
Journey far and travel lightly,
with our weary steps made sprightly
By the distant prospect’s glow.

January 1992

Shunting yards

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Blackbirds and thrushes
On the frozen lawn,
The shunting yards are white.
At night the wagons
Clanged their messages
Along the lines,
I wonder when they sleep.
The lines run south
Through frozen fields,
My thoughts speed along
But cannot reach you.
Now the sun rises
Over the Devon hills
And black and white cows
Move out to pasture.

31st March 1973

At long last the snow comes

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At long last the snow comes,
Hesitantly at first,
Unsure of its welcome
In this precocious spring,
Then thicker and wilder,
Bestowing wet kisses
All over, head to toe,
Ardent, anxious to please.
I abandon myself
To its cold embraces,
Throwing open my arms
And lifting up my face.
Everything else cedes too
And settles down quickly
Under the thick blanket.

2 March 1990