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Walking on the Estuary Hill



The curlew and the heron call,
The hissing mud and whispering wings
Beat eery through the idle air
Until the moonlit midnight silence falls
And then the tide flows softly
Through the gut and sluice of estuary sands
And dark against the dreamlit sky
The trees arise from hedgerows,
And the hills
Alive with monstrous shapes
Are menacing with soundless fear,
And still below the blundering man,
The beery and uncertain head,
The stubbled fields hold secrets now
And silence fills the river bed.

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Poem Walking on the Estuary Hill - Adrian Green
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