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From wood to wood the valley runs
Infant river sings her song
Meadow and plough adorn her cheeks
Along the wild things path I go.
Foxes watch from meadowsweet bower
Skylark song falls, a heavenly shower
Deer eyes and butterflies
Otter whiskers and spider webs.
Pheasant calls from wooded cover
Pigeon coos
Blackbird pinks a wild alarm
Where can they hide from human harm?
Sunlight
Moonlight
Dimpsy, dawn and half light
Eyes watch ever from the shadow.
Three miles the valley follows
Road bounded to east and west
Romans once bestrode it so 'tis said.
Caesar's legions
marching proud
Eagles leading.
Now alone I march the acres
Join me
Where I walk with ghosts.
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