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The Skylark

A fletched fanfare to the field
Pulses upward
Ladders the air
No regalia for this herald:
A flickering tattered grey-brown speck
Yet he cascades his song
Like a million pieces of silver
Glorying the sky
Owning the hunkered down, machine-torn hedges,
The tilled and tamed expanse beneath
Daring the wind, taunting
I’m here, he cries, I’m here
Awakening the wild joy in our hearts
Bone-bred memories of open heath and grassland.

Robert Lindsay
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