written by: Emma Grigg
Wind bites like a shark,
Open land, nesting lark,
Rain so hard skin pierce,
Wild sky cloud fierce.
Rock underfoot marshland carpet,
Buzzard above, prey its target.
Bleak winter chill,
Scars earth at will.
Take me, memorise me,
In your bosom I long to be,
Enchanted mounds of earth you hold,
The sight of you will never grow old.
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