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| The Big Field, Kineton, by Beren Hartless |
HIGH
SUMMER
Looking
only at the grey, rain-burdened sky,
She
missed the taupe and ochre ripening corn.She saw the melting hedges blend into the night,
But did not rise to see the green-gold dawn.
On she walked with aching heart,
Past shuttered homes,
And never knew the joy of being alone.
B.I.Hartless
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