Tuesday, 19 June 2007
Freedom
Wood along the windward side of Dunkery Beacon July 2007; a magical place.
From: The Collected Works of Mary Webb, Jonathan Cape,1929
When on the moss-green hill the wandering wind
Drowses, and lays his brazen trumpet down,
When snow-fed waters gurgle, cold and brown,
And wintered birds creep from the stacks to find
Solace, while each bright eye begins to see
A visionary nest in every tree –
Let us away, out of the murky day
Of sullen towns, into the silver noise
Of woods where every bud has found her way
Sunward, and every leaf has found a voice.
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