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Today the herd is broken into a long line
Along the long line of the field hedge,
No sentries, and all erect and all eating.
The air has been cleared by a weekend of rain and wind,
An autumn morning of glorious light,
One field further still from the House
hidden in shadow and trees.

 

[Ten days after Walking Poem 2018-09-14 "The Grange, Over Three Days"]