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My Mother Lies Here Copyright © Owen Robin Davies 2011
My mother lies here, high up in the downs.
Just on the down side of up she rests,
in woods, amongst ransome and wild chives.

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Hunting Cranes at Lakenheath Fen Copyright © Richard J Whiting 2011
The first crane we saw
Was a grey heron;
Masked, comic-book hero

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Vintage Years Copyright © Richard J Whiting 2011
Barley tops blush,
Thinned by drought.
A cruel winter mocked

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Before The Solstice Copyright © Richard Whiting 2011
June. The wheat heavy on the stalk
Grey-green, sea-whispers in the breeze.
Sunlight sweeps across the fields

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Master Thatcher Copyright © Richard Whiting 2011
My father is a Master Thatcher;
I watch him leap up the ladder
Laden with Maris Widgeon Straw

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Fires Of Memory Copyright © James Knox Whittet 2011
Reading by Paul Jenkins
You who once ploughed hedged Norfolk
fields which slope to the sea in blizzards
of gulls, found yourself in Bergen-Belsen

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Suffolk Soil Copyright © Victor Weston 2011
You can drive out from Bury in any direction
and you have only to look
on the soil, the selig Suffolk soil

Jack Copyright © Richard Whiting 2011
This is the waiting-room
To which your life has shrunk.
An apprentice-coffin of a space