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A new day a new haiku
In the greasy gloom
Tin can rust and plastic bags
We are the virus
Silently he preys
Scouring the secret valley
Suddenly he swoops
Darker depths to sound
Hidden in a weedy shroud
Waiting to be found
Lost in tangled roots
In and out of twisted trunks
Meet me in the maze
Fragrant fern fronds fade
Folded, furled, furry fractals
Freedom forgotten
If all living things
Support the needs of others
No one ever falls
Have not idle hands
Life’s greatest pleasures are in
The joy of doing
Old red sandstone and
Carboniferous limestone
Tumble down on me
Everything decays
Worn away by wind and rain
Unstoppable change
We can see behind
But we cannot see ahead
Into the unknown
England’s future king
Landed in this hidden bay
And marched for the crown
We’re all living in
Our children’s history lesson
Make it interesting
Make the time to play
Don’t let the days drift away
Take action today
Molten sunlight poured
A moment trapped in amber
Glitter in the gloom
Black storm clouds gather
Churning and turning the sky
To dark confusion
Isolated cove
I will keep you a secret
If you will keep mine
Living in a tent
Is easy to imagine
When the sun is out
As the clouds come down
Over wildflower meadows
The fire keeps us dry
Precariously
We stack our lives full of stuff
Progress; more or less?
We tame wild beasts
And fly off on dragon’s backs
With only our minds
Hodmedod enjoy
Their midnight feast of dodmen
A life of darkness
These days never end
We will relive them again
A recurring dream
Up in the crow’s nest
Would you get tired of watching
Blue lines fade to grey?
We toil to make fire
While above the sky ignites
As in mockery
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