![]() The Inaugural Manning's PitPoetry Competition
Highly Commended![]() Manning's Pit by Anne Beer
And all I ask are the tall trees, the wind upon my face And wild sounds as the grass browns with the seasons turning And a bright sun on the stream's face and a new day dawning. I must go down to The Pit again, for the pull of that lonely place Is a strong pull and a strange pull and you feel it pace by pace And all I ask is a calm day with the Buzzards crying Oér the warm wood, and the mossed trees and branches sighing. I must go down to The Pit again, to the wandering way of life To the track's way, and the path's way, ridding my soul of strife And all I ask is a peaceful time, a gate to lean over And quiet sleep and a sweet dream in a field full of clover.
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