Wicken Poems - Poems about Wicken

...Blurred bushes rush by Brain bends Time out far across the fens A solitary heron flaps The pterodactyl lazy loads A flyover of long strokes Of reed brushes Eels writhe A dog trot......

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...Oh that I am that just a rock dirt and dust where am I on this earth and do I matter this I must once young once held power in my hands and arms oh, I am that I am just dust a dirt mound ......

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...I spit I litter I play my music loud I swear I'm bitter and common to the crowd I'll hit and twitter to share my wit as proud And sick and stricken to bare more when it's shroud T......

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...Across the moor To Wicken Fen Where brume swallows all Into mire, of the life, At river‘s end But, begins The serenades of dawn, unto sipid dew And they ga......

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