Armistice
Poem by Jonathan Wooding
On the high field, battle-green and bracken-amber,
three blanketed horses graze
in radio-silence and doubting light.
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Poem by Jonathan Wooding
On the high field, battle-green and bracken-amber,
three blanketed horses graze
in radio-silence and doubting light.
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