Green and Gold and Blue and White
Haworth Hodgkinson
The morning after the Celtic twilight
sheep are heading westwards to the shore,
ears curled against the dreadful noise
of the fields that were once their fertile home.
The boatman will take them to a greener land.
The trees, less mobile, stand and wave their arms,
whistling a happy song.
Written 1997
Revised 1998
Edited 2002-2004
Published in Storm Issue 1, 2001
(Koo Press)
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