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Poems from 'Transcapes' Haunt

Updated: Jun 28


I will haunt this place …always.

This precious place, which needs just a pinch of something …

So scatter me here.

Rooks and magpies will be my seraphs,

Wind and wires will play my music,

River and rocks will answer my babble,

Trees and earth will nurture my wisdom.

And you may visit me here.

Call me to the gate and I will hear your stories.

Sometimes I may only listen …but I will be around!

Then you can go. Go without looking back.

Go, knowing that my journey ended well,

And that I am fixed and contented.

In my element …Forever.

(c) Barry Hall

Transcapes - Poems from the place where Dere Street and the Lead Road cross

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