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On Chittoe Heath
JTE (17/04/51 / Edinburgh)

On Chittoe Heath

Poem By John Thorkild Ellison

The crow cries out in anger
As the senile branches scrape the sky
And past the trees a stranger
Picks his way through the dead land.
The forest broods in silence beneath the sullen clouds
And there is no comfort for the passer-by
Who does not sense the danger
That the crow sees in the secret messages
From sky and stone.

Suddenly a silver flash, and a crack of thunder
Splits the earth.

The wanderer has never felt so alone.

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I love all the references to nature in this John! Great poem. Sincerely, Mary