The Seventh Whistler
The Seventh Whistler (after William Wordsworth)
for World Curlew Day April 21st 2025
By slough and marsh my dog commits
to muck and fun on coastal walk
swathed on our way through rugged fields
in Cumberland’s old mizzled cloak.
Until a statue he became,
as through sea mist the air was split
with ghostly cry from unlit worlds:
the seventh whistler on th...
Thursday 17th April 2025 4:21 pm
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