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Norton Bavant Reflections by David Houghton Birdsong awakens you Mist gently lifts Across Sir. John’s field Whilst light seeps Into your dreams…. The clippetty clop of horse shoe Old engines growl a stir In the distance a train mumbles You listen without a care No sirens or factory hooter calls The north is somewhere – up there! You needn’t have worried It was never you, so I'll drink in the depths of the sunlight Crawling slowly across the lawn I’ll rejoice at the simplest scenario Feels like I’ve been reborn In autumn the pheasants are here Summer is one long party to ride When darkness of winter falls deep We dine at each others in warmth for keeps The love that grows here Lives on for ever The love that lives here We keep Norton Bavant – revolving- A tiny speck In space and time A place on the planet That’s yours that’s mine Don’t let’s waste This time. |
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