written by: Julian Mann
From the vale, I watch clouds of sheep
Form, and deform
On the hill.
In winter, I need a higher aspect.
The sound of the willow, now,
Comes into view.
The light in the hedge
Flashes calf skin.
In the gash in the stream, then shower, as from my
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