Just yesterday she flew through my mind
Not like a falcon, but more like a woodcock who was beautifully taking its time
My! She was so fine...
So fine was our time
Just yesterday she flew through my mind
Today ignorance uttered words in the court of kings,
as we waited too long for coruscation of brilliancy,
serendipity smiled on nescient,
and crowned rebellion for one hour.
utterances from idle lips ,
foist on passerby along nature’s path,
As filthy rebel from the woodcock progeny,
Spoke with grandeur of betise.
suspense graced the rage of arrogance,
Today in the prison of the khaki boys.
cast amongst quails and punks.
This punky nurse of innocence.
what?
Ask me not, for I will not like this,
bandy with Rampallian .
The mist hangs low. No panic though,
no cause for distress, just mustard - and cress
adorns the forest floor, no roar, just the soaring
of woodcock, no shock of the dead, just the red
of poppies on man made redoubts, moss covered,
with Plovers eggs,undiscovered, in its secret places.
No traces here of the primal fear of a generation lost,
oh, what a cost that I may bask in the afterglow
of a warming sun whilst row on row
of bluebells chime and rhyme with nature,
now restored to dappled light in forest deep
and birdsong comforts those who sleep.
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