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

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FRIGHTENING THE CROWS

 

            FRIGHTENING THE CROWS

            I once knew a man

            Who frightened crows for a living.

            In between, he brewed cheap beer

            And stole old books.

            He cycled the universe

            Looking for answers;

            All he found was a cold grave

            When he was thirty nine.

         

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