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By 27th October 2009December 9th, 2019No Comments

I once looked out across the mynd
With its rolling dales and hilltops green.
To orange glow of morning haze
And amber drapes of dew kissed silk on fern.
The mountain stream chuckled manically to a concert of cuckoo and woodpigeon
And the smell of wild garlic and pine filled lush forest
No more the taste of dust and sand or the muffled cries in a distant land
From the highest peak to the furthest spire
This is my home my evergreen
My first true love my England pure and true.

Nick Massey

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