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Sheltered Island Land
Ebullient clouds were strewn in rising tiers,
the inwards stairs that reached the unspied dome
and gave a height unknown in other spheres, expanse to sheltered island lands, to home.
The pastures past the pond went on and on,
the hedgerows lacing greenfield after green,
and timeless ticking cows’ tails upon
the garden’s bounds affixed a boundless scene.
As upward stairs had swayed my pen to rise,
and nether lands had granted cool repose,
so I was Eye on all of earth and skies.
Can ruddy breaths and sounds these lengths disclose? Ah, children’s cries, the sweetest music still,
caught it all, this England, and the quill.
“The Rookery,” New Buckenham, England, 1972
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