The meadow land is fallow Below a carapace of sorrow, Bright summer hues subdued And green supplanted by ... Read full text
A richly described yearning for how things used to be. Where, indeed, are the sounds of yesteryear and the soaring of oaks? Well written Tom.
Ironically some of these industrial estates are half empty. I think we need the bees far more.
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A richly described yearning for how things used to be. Where, indeed, are the sounds of yesteryear and the soaring of oaks? Well written Tom.
Ironically some of these industrial estates are half empty. I think we need the bees far more.