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WOODLANDS

PINE NEEDLES cover the silent ground
pine trees chancel the woodland ways.

We penetrate into the dark depths
Where only garlic and hemlock grow
Till we meet the blue stream
Cleaving the green
Twilight like a rhythmic sword.



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