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POETRY SAMPLES |
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From Sun On The Hill |
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SUN ON THE HILL “Daw haul ar fryn” they say in Wales, “Sun will come on a hill”. So put on your wellies, get out in the rain, and let life’s weather send what it will.
Though the landscape is nought but storm-tossed sky with never a sign of a hill, as the storm exults, and the clouds unfold. The hills will reveal themselves, lurking still and somewhere there on a distant hill a velvet patch of gold. Daw haul ar fryn is pronounced dow hile ar vrin |
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A ROBIN ON A LEARNING CURVE Today, in the snow that has cut me off from postman and the world, a robin came to feed and tried to emulate the tits, who hang from one leg beside their nut-rich lunch or suspend themselves inverted on the fat-filled shell that dangles from a branch. In pity for his plight I fixed a tray into the tree with porridge oats and seeds that he might dine in style and safety. Amid the swirling snow, a swirling cloud of birds descended on the tray, finches, tits and sparrows delighted with the feast. News spreads fast in a bird’s eye view when food is of the essence. And the robin? With frantic fluttering of wings and stabbing bill he’s still practising precarious acrobatics -- a new apprentice to an awkward skill. |