Hill Folk (The Bike)
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Hill Folk (The Bike)
Up here where the copper eagle
softly whistles.
Where the sky can lightly
brush my shoulders
and the dalesmen
are all left below
I find the place to sigh.
My life's days
I fasten to this spot
where the river starts
and falls,
remembering always
its true home
and dreams also soar
unwilling to forget.
With my neighbours the clouds
who yield to these whims
I am oddly apart
and yet part of...
In this home of gods
I find the place to sigh.
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