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LANDACRE BRIDGE, a poem by Chloe Margaret Taylor, UK
Nature Poems & Not Categorized Poetry
Chloe Margaret Taylor, UK
Here the pencil river windsAnd draws the naked valley lines,One silver seam in woollen brown,Or fishing-wire dropped so far downThrough foggy blue in murky sand,To wrinkle folds in felted land.So thin a wire, so deep a cleftThat’s cut so far to leave bereftOnce sodden banks, now dry, alone,High mountains, old so that the bonesOf rock stab through the dusty greyOf grass, and bleach themselves with day.Skeleton moor, in winter cladSeems yet so proud and smiling, gladTo look so bleak when secrets lieOf life in grass, river, and sky.And men sense here they’re not aloneSo here they built a bridge of stone.
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