We live in green tradition of a past that never was, a legend of a dream when we thought ourselves to be all powerful.
Peeling evening birdcall
Harmonize and sing
Songs in the notes fall
On English hearts of glory
Written carefully on stone
That tells another story
Of life and brittle bone
Here is the home of old
Where empire spread its sails
With tales of valour told
Where honour never fails
To fly the soul of power
Loose among the trees
With rooks from greystone tower
That peck the story free
The green and homely land
Is legend from the past
And only now we understand
The tale would never last
Poetry by Adrian Wood
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Written on 2012-03-29 at 00:49
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When Bells Ring
When bells ring through the valley treesPeeling evening birdcall
Harmonize and sing
Songs in the notes fall
On English hearts of glory
Written carefully on stone
That tells another story
Of life and brittle bone
Here is the home of old
Where empire spread its sails
With tales of valour told
Where honour never fails
To fly the soul of power
Loose among the trees
With rooks from greystone tower
That peck the story free
The green and homely land
Is legend from the past
And only now we understand
The tale would never last
Poetry by Adrian Wood
Read 474 times
Written on 2012-03-29 at 00:49
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