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Home. Once there were green lanes Leading to grassy meadows Running brooks branches moving in serene air. Now there are crumbled buildings on uncertain streets...
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Home. Once there were green lanes Leading to grassy meadows Running brooks branches moving in serene air. Now there are crumbled buildings on uncertain streets...
Read more arrow_forwardWe floatĀ spreadeagledĀ in the sky Lifted and pulled by vague winds Invisible currents. Above us the receding plane a speck hidden by cloud. As we...
Read more arrow_forwardEveryone Seems suddenly warmer, Closer, More connected, Despite hugs giving way to elbow bumps giving way to little waves, giving way to masks and...
Read more arrow_forwardI am at the moment working on the libretto of a new oratorio we have been commissioned to write about this surreal experience. To help...
Read more arrow_forwardFeet crunching up a deserted drive winding through tangled shrubbery. House silent in the empty mist. An owl, disturbed, passing. From an...
Read more arrow_forwardThese are the lyrics to a new carol Jools and I were commissioned to write for the children's choir at Bath Abbey. The music is...
Read more arrow_forwardSo infinitely touching The love and tenderness Of soldier to soldier. I understand the colours And the uniforms And the bands Marching. The pride and...
Read more arrow_forwardI shiver in a green garden Hoping for butterflies.
Read more arrow_forwardSteward, there isn't enough ice in my Martini! Coming right up, Ma'am!
Read more arrow_forwardWithout the insects buzzing in the grass There will be no grass. Without the grass bending under the treading cows There will be no cows....
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