MAKE A MEME View Large Image ...For each of them are forged, and fine, and stetching high; Fresh, full in the sun's blood, Anchored, yet marooned to the far moon, Wise to the waves' will and the deep ground; Jostling to the language of the gloom... They whisper in the ...
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Keywords: poems trees the trees thetrees devon trees devontrees jostling to the language jostlingtothelanguage gloom ade mcoran-campbell ademcorancampbell the trees are there thetreesarethere poetry photoart photo-wordart photowordart outdoor photo border 'For each of them are forged, and fine, and stetching high; Fresh, full in the sun's blood, Anchored, yet marooned to the far moon, Wise to the waves' will and the deep ground; Jostling to the language of the gloom... They whisper in the knowing of what's really known - the nescience - Planted into darkness, unto brightness; They are of their own.' from 'gathered on this beach' greenwisedesign.wordpress.com 'For each of them are forged, and fine, and stetching high; Fresh, full in the sun's blood, Anchored, yet marooned to the far moon, Wise to the waves' will and the deep ground; Jostling to the language of the gloom... They whisper in the knowing of what's really known - the nescience - Planted into darkness, unto brightness; They are of their own.' from 'gathered on this beach' greenwisedesign.wordpress.com
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