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Poetry Blackberry Week 1985 by Prasada Caroline Brazier |
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We found a wood, off the road, abandoned With sounds, fresh as the water of a hill stream on my face Of leaves and birds and far away. There, ground-hugging and twisted, The brambles wrapped the hill. We trod among them, risking hands for jewelled fruit Reluctantly given And, in the wide-eyed half-sleep of a nightmare I wonder When you are grown, children, Will you still go and find deserted woods? P.C.J. Brazier |