Beacons Hill Poppies
beaten path, such steep incline
hedges, no sense of time,
walks this way to lofty heights?
toed feet nor laddered tights!
cluttered corridor to clouds of
footsteps match the moulds in clay?
carried those heavy feet
heaven and man might dare to meet.
picnic here - just a to b,
place to stay - one destiny,
burrows, lairs no wildlife hoard
through this way have thousands soared
stop! Welcome breath, an inward gasp,
act of mercy should seek to clasp
red beauty amid the thorns
Spared to colour the
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