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[title] => Valley Clock.
[time] => 2011-08-02 05:12:41
[hometext] => Went deep into a Forest last week. The different shades of light were amazing. Looking then from the other side of the hill I could see the shadow the trees cast over the landscape, This is a snapshot of a 30 minute life in that landscape.
[bodytext] => The knitted trees of the forest pattern the skyline well.
A great swathe of dark shadow
That clings pugnaciously to the hillside.
And there below, where the valley, twists and turns
In a fever of escape,
A buzzard is devouring the loneliness,
His cat like cries clinging to the stillness, clinging to my mind,
Like the fragments of a well remembered dream.
And in a wild flower meadow, conducted by the breeze,
A band of crickets strike up and the delicate flowers come together
In an intimate dance of the wild.
At the edge of a redundant pond a frog croaks,
His lusty decibels speaking of freedom.
My heart ticks the valley clock
And the great swathe of the forest is rampant still.
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