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Whitethroat singing(Dedicated to Anikó Kover)
I heard a whitethroat singing,From a tree that wasn't seen.And saw a young girl walkingThrough corn that grew yet green.
The wind that set it wavingAttended a silent dream.While green becoming hedging -Heedless of axe unforeseen –
Embraced the sunsheen waitingOf wife, mother, son between.And the whitethroat still was singing,Yet still could not be seen.
© RM MeyerHampshire, June 2018