The birds sing all day longin Megan’s valley
despite the rain
dripping from a fir
that both threatens
yet guards the old cot
like a tall shepherd,
growing taller
as the other grows old,
drawing memory from the earth
like rising sap
regenerating simpler times
and fixing them
in the mellifluous tones
of the birds that sing all day long
in Megan’s valley.
19th April 2011
John H Davies
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