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Swishing Of The Oat Seed
A Poem by:
Mary Guckian
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On the bleak street Not a blade of grass
Only dust from the lorries
and the cement mixers.
A year later I see
a bud appearing,
and by autumn time
this one golden
blade grown tall,
the sound of a
swishing oat seed
cheers me up in
this grubby flatland.
Mary Guckian
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