Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Once the days were clear
Like mountains in water;
The mountains were always there
And the mountain water.
And I was a fool for leaving
Good land to moulder,
Leaving the fences sagging
And the old man older,
To follow my wild thoughts
Away over the hill
Where there is only the world And the world's ill.
SINGS HARRY

-Denis Glover (I think)

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