THIS LAND OF OURS

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THIS LAND OF OURS
For land is not to own
But to walk over
To lie in tall grass
To swim in clear water
In the river that wends past
To smell the new-mown hay
To watch the lambs at play
To see the stems of barley
Grow taller every day
To watch the crows farm maggots
From newly-turned turf
That, surely, is enough

see more poems in my collection ’67’ @ http://www.tinhuttalespublishers.co.uk/product/67-2/ (ebook & paperback)

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