
Wise crows, raven-kin
Driven from your ancient trees
What home will call you now?
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Where cosy craft
Of power’s secret circle
Convinces gentle folk
That cut and death and burn
Deliver best the clearing tide.
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Revealing light?
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Barren gaps and ugly fires
Of healthy wood consume
Both eye and view in sadness
The darker light made clear.
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Be welcome, now
Among our ash and sycamore
The noble wood of sharing
Noisy dawns we will abide, and smile
When joyous roosting fills the brightening sky.
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Wise crows, raven kin
Driven from your ancient trees
This home will call you now.
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©Copyright Stephen Tanham 2017



























This is so sad!
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Isn’t it?
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yes so sad.
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Most Druidic, excellently posed.
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This is a marvellous poem.
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Wise crows indeed – wiser than man.
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Perfect! We have a house crow here!
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I haven’t been adopted yet. But, I have the kites 🙂
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A very wise crow for sure. Loved the nice snowy picture too.👍👍👍👍👍
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Wew
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