in the days of the anthology
provoking the ‘heretofore unrealised’
and ripe dreams of plums against a blue sky
from green farm yards
through granite arches
straggling orchard trees
and skylarks on a warm hill side hear
the waves and those far off along the beach
an orange-juice thirst of smoke haze
in lazy days in dreams out west
dark secrets yet to rise to hinder
all one the hero's day
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