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Today we aimed to gain a kingdom wild
and climbed up hill and rock of green soaked isle.
Tall stack that towers above the rolling surf.
A honey scented world of flower and earth.

Above some gulls cried high and circled low.
This life of cloud is ours. Be gone. Yes, go!
‘Unruffle please this world, you city boys.
Fine feathered lords rule here. We are not toys.’

Scrambling on and up to hidden peak.
Doing battle with both wing and beak.
Our visit was to honour that steep land.
Their stares were there to scare us back to sand.

We left them to their cliffs and rugged nests
and glad of our retreat, us urban pests.

That’s such a gaping grin,
I thought as he Hello’d.
Afronting all his beauty,
right slap bang in my road.

His tongue played with the gap,
he relished so the lack,
which fills him full of loss,
that he does not want back.

He’ll wear it as a badge
and never have it filled
but always want to keep,
the feeling, how it thrilled.

I wondered how it went.
What fight or fall or thief?
Which day, which night, which dawn?
That hole between his teeth.

Pink and green
are the colours of the queen.
Nothing in-between.
Always make me beam.

Crimson is a crime,
not to mention lime.
Feel it all the time.
Wish that you were mine.

Jaune thinks of Jean,
gambling so mean.
Never one to dream.
Keeps it loose and lean.

Crushing, blushing blue’s
my colour just for you.
Keep it close and new.
Share it with a few.

One tree in the fields came right down in a storm.
We clambered all over it’s face and it’s form.
Laid up on it’s end for an age with the cows
and all of us kids hanging down from it’s boughs.

A hide out or castle, a fort for the boys,
shelter from rainy days playing with toys.
This relic descending to dirt and to dust.
Another place distant, out of reach, just.

A temple divine where we’d gather and play
but then parts got sawn up and carted away.
Throughout all of this it continued to grow,
to push out some green leaf that falls with the snow.

So slowly it turned into table or chair
to be cherished and coverted equally where
memory minds you of long ago town
or places much deeper and further on down.

‘Course later came fire and destroyed it to death
that allowed it to drift into river and breath.
Mineral forms each pervading the loam,
root becomes shoot beneath shining blue dome.