The Manor
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To the birds the Irish children sing
black birds fly
open arms swings with black drapes
undercut weeping trees
a flat sky
purple clouds reaching a nicely ruined castle.
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The thundering ocean below
the backside of cliffs
braided hills
criss-crossed low stone walls
up against the roadway
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Low caves
scaling falls of water
as the tide leaves
trees bend away from the ocean.
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