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A temporal vision II
M A Heathcote
A temporal vision
Thatís what I had
When I was a child
I walked not as a lad
But as a lord or a man
Wandering tall, and wistfully
Wild and mad, hand in hand
Ghost like across the land
Through a wall of fog
Tracing the wind back to its iron clay-root
To the core of a cave in the mouth of a cavern
To the dank dark smells of Englandís
Thorn and fire!
Green-oaks tall as a bluebells spire!
Yews soft scented with slow growing desire
A fox a hare a nightingales stare!
The spleen of a river cutting through stone-
Sky and air
Bringing mouth watering joys of despair
To a country lane
Where a highway or train
Disturbs a stoat
A stickleback in its watery throat
Electrical in her belly of light
Where the owl flicker of a woodland-night!
Seethes in the silence
With earth roaring nerves
Temporal as a winter frost
Temporal with the joys
Of childhoods lost!