Clouds Over Strathmore A fleet of lenticular clouds Process across Strathmore Alien spaceships Pinkened by the evening sun Their lights go out one by one - I drive to the west and enjoy. From My Kitchen I marvel through the window As freshly turned furrows Smoke in the sun The fence falls down minute by minute I remember the Gean tree that felled it. The Gean Tree Blown down in the Big Wind You blossomed yet for two more years You brought Spring, you! Two years was all you got For a chainsaw to tick you off its list
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