I have loved well this land that I have tilled:
I have grown old tunning the green years under,
In the long straight furrow, where the quick loam will build,
Her destined fruit, with the sun and summers thunder.
By William Harold Mccreary
I Still Believe In Magic
February 10, 2020
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Glowing wand-like in a shaft of light that pierced through to the depths of forgotten Dingle in a Shropshire woodland, I caught
