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It was upon a Lammas night, When corn rigs are bonnie, Beneath the moon’s unclouded light, I held awa’ to Annie Robert Burns – The Rigs O’Barley.png
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BREATHE She sat at the back and they said she was shy, She led from the front and they hated her pride, They asked her advice and then questioned her guidance, They branded her loud, then were shocked by her silence,.jpg
In the Land of Old Man sleeping Where the Wind and the Freshwater meet Kissing and dancing over the Rocks As it passes Downwards into the river Underneath a beautiful Old Gum tree The blue Sky gets Brighter as the Su.jpg
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Meet Hazel Meet Hazel, She’s a friend By water is her favourite place to be A family of offspring Clusters around her She is ancient And yet young Youthful in appearance Meet Hazel She’s flexible And moves with the s.jpg
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Branwen’s Birds He sits and watches my punishment Watching me get old in the bones Yet busy in his pursuits The blackbird only talks of his nesting She sings me a beautiful lullaby Every night when I collapse A song .jpg
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To the Rose upon the Rood of Time BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS.jpg
Imbolc by Damh the Bard As the dark, cold morning gives way to light,And the world shows its face dazzling in her nakedness,So the twigs and leaf-bare branches,Bow to the passing danceOf old Jack Frost.His crystal br.jpg
Spring is the magical time, When the rainbow lorikeets hum and the honeysuckles blossom, When I actively bounce down the sand dunes, And onto the pea green grass, The waratahs and the wattles bloom, And my heart open.jpg
When summer time has come, and allThe world is in the magic thrallOf perfumed airs that lull each senseTo fits of drowsy indolenc
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The Wheel Doth Turn by Debroah Rose Halani The Wheel doth turnin times of oldethe greatest firescaressing our soulscleansing, protectinghealing withineach lick of the flamedancing in delightpassio (1).png