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I am a great admirer of English poetry from the time of Chaucer up until the middle of the twentieth century when it appeared to lose its way. I love all aspects of this planet but are sometimes sad when I think of what we are doing to it.

Love Renewed


The world has turned about its fire
With the seasons’ cycle forged anew,
Sweeping back in its endless gyre
A hemisphere clothed in wintry hue.

The world has turned: the buds await
The call to bloom in the springtime sun;
Orion stands guard on Evening’s gate:
His trembling hounds now strain to run.

The world has turned: and you and I
Face our rebirth hand in hand
Our love reaching for the sheltering sky,
Our roots deep in the warming land.

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