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The serenade of the seagulls
Grey drops that fall forever
Strong scents of juicing pine
that boisterously invade

The clamorous honking of geese
A dance of two sycamore leaves
as the north wind threatens a gale

Snow-capped giants rise cloud bound
Scattered stone shores repeatedly washed
Untouched stinging fields
from bramble to thistle
Intrepid scenes 'till vision expires


Turned my back for a chain more strong
I will not be missed, but miss i will
Farewell for now my thistled lands
Chained in heart and memory