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Selby’s Hut
Earth |
- Still lives within these walls,
- They were not made to hide the world,
- But grow from it,
- Living, ageing in
- The shadow of and age-old land.
- Words have echoed here
- And laughter lingers still;
- It mingles with the tumbling
- Of the waterfall until
- The voice is lost in sleep.
- Dreaming
- I know this place;
- It is now part of us all…
- Or are we now part of it?
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- David Kirkby
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Another Autumn |
- Sun swallowed whole,
- Slowly,
- Campfire flares upon the dusk,
- Tents flap idely in the glow,
- Around the fire,
- People of the town
- Laugh together
- A flame dapples in set
- Deep
- Within a night surround,
- To each face there is a name
- Distantely attached
- And a life,
- Carefully detached for now
- And set aside
- Till Monday drags us back.
- For now the moments,
- Strung like beads upon
- The fragile necklace night,
- Fall one by one,
- Upon a dreaming land.
- And with the ebbing midnight tide
- Darken waves
- Leaves us
- Stranded
- On the shining sands of day.
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- Dave Kirkby
- NBC magazine 1980
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