…Before long Ewan emerged from the dark wood
to find himself standing in an open grove of silver birches…
Beyond the grove ran a stream, burbling,
and beyond the stream was a bank with great beeches on it.
Ewan left the forest path and crossed the stream
to where the ground rose higher and higher
leaving the beeches behind
he came to a small lawn
cut before a cliff-face of red sand.
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