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Website of poet Elizabeth Rimmer

River of Stones 12

The sky is full of birds.
Five skeins of barnaacle geese
take their noisy bustle eastward.
Starlings are raucous in the cypress tree
and four mute swans sail stately
between the river and the hill.


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