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Poetry by Christian Ward 



© 2006 Christian Ward







Buried deep in the wooden hide
we watched the un-tethered sky
chase after the birds on the lake.

Some would fly, whilst others
would remain in a perpetual
stalemate with time.

And all the while, the wind
watches as the scene is repeated
in homes across the country.







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