The bark of a tree rasping


The bark of a tree rasping

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Woke me

Like the sound of a corncrake

Reminding me

Of summer mornings listening

As it blessed the corn fields

That voice dancing in my youth

The sun

Always hot and lovely

Banished bird calling through nettles

Haunting my soul

Asking me to solve the absence

Strange bird

With haunting sound

Was at the centre of my growing