‘Bye and thanks from Bob Bater

A poem of mine from 1967.

Woods



Consciousness adrift among the wild-sown oats of dreams,

Tantalizing future glimpses, misty, floating schemes,

Water flowing, trickle, splash, polished, crystal, glisten,

Bubble, spheroid, mortal film, foaming, lapping, listen!

Rustle, snap, faintly cry, of rupture, silent grief,

Wrinkled, spotted, skeletoned, fluttering, aged, withered leaf;

Creaking, shrieking, groaning, moaning, parting, flaking bark;

Laughing, crying, moving, sighing, bidding farewell, Hark!

Squawking, whistling, cooing, cawing, beating, buzzing, flap,

Softly bleating, purring, whining, trembling, blooming clap;

Patter, plop, clatter, clop, padding, rushing, scrambling,

Gnawing, gnashing, chewing, snapping, plodding, listening - rambling.



Piece #2

This track from Bert Jansch, an all-time favourite musician of mine, is a eulogy to Mother Earth. She has sustained us for thousands of years, but will no longer be able to do so unless we stop wrecking the planet.

Sweet Mother Earth. Bert Jansch     Play

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