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FROM "HUNTINGDONSHIRE NOCTURNES" One evening we went to look for willows on the Godmanchester Commons. Tree Wardens, we were being led by the Tree Officer for Huntingdonshire. Gravel territory, where time ran out and the gavel gouged its crater in the earth, where Ouse quakes in its orbit. We walked into the dark and found the poor old men dying of neglect, unpollarded, valueless: willows crying out to be made into baskets or chairs, ready to split themselves in two with the weight of their own inheritance. Dictionaries whispering over and over ...
Source: HighBeam Research, From "Huntingdonshire Nocturnes".(Poem)