A Winter Stroll Beckoning Wordsworth
A walk through the fields, the marshes nigh
Water risen steep along the banks
Swinging low a grey tailed hawk flies
To the girl's shrouded figure, stooping, it aims
She feels the swoosh of its wings, her ash curls caught
Entangled in a hundred claws
Oh Oh she cries with a fearful yell
The wind races the clouds' billowy bursts
As she struggles to try and free herself
She bends to the ground, though only for the worse
Blood splatters the grass and soaks the soil
Life gushes out, like lava at its boil
Winter buries deep, the snowfalls and the setting suns
Virgin white covers the silent and the frozen
And in the Spring, when new life has begun
Within the hug of her bones, a wing is broken
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