Day: 1 September 2021

The Scene Was Set

Well, troubling thoughts alone could be dismissed
On those hills where the band settled to play
Songs and lays and all theyโ€™d learnt, known, and seen
In those years that were past and months between.
The mornings greeted by hens that did lay
Would be gone when theyโ€™d depart; theyโ€™d be missed.

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