When the cock spied
On church spire over
Fields of golden harvest
And celebrated with twelve chimes
When the long boat sailed
Over dry land across the edge
Of the buttercup field along
The dark Severn
It was then a dance of ribbons
And bells gathered outside the Swan
Cracked their sticks beneath the cool
Willow glades to the dizzy tunes of the accordion
The bells chimed once
Scattered white flurries of wild flowers on the sail drifting on the
Flight across the school bell yard
High above the orchard
Beyond the Malvern hills
Shimmering in the summer breeze
Of a dandelion time..
Avie..
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