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| The Rock Heads & Mussenden Temple in the distance |
The farm to which this poem relates is a mile to the West of the Mussenden Temple (main blog picture above) we called it the Rock Heads.
They said
you could see Scotland
On a clear
day from the Rock Heads
I saw a patchwork of fields
Where men
and machines toiled till dusk
And uncles
told tales of the one that got away
The wind
blew and bit our wellingtoned legs
Two sizes
too small , red raw rubbed skin
The fields laid down their heads at this quiet hour
The straw spiked
ground no silence it held
Creatures out
for an evening meal
The hunter
and the hunted
Uncle Bill with his 12 bore
Said little
looked a lot ,
Over here,
Over where?
Sssshhh be quiet, over there!
Oh tonight,
let there be just one hare
Let it raise
its regal head
Ears searching
for foe,
Half turning to stay
Half turning to stay
Half
turning to go
Caught death
in full flight
They said
you could hear in Scotland
The boom
across the bay
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