Tuesday, 30 March 2021

thither boys

 the winds of march 

  my birthday

  running like the years 

       will never end

one day    one day

the running clouds will stop

and look down and see 

the end

but today we run together

the ides of march

      the welsh marches

heels on the wings of a skylark

the hills are heathered 

thither boys

thirher

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