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From Round the Still Earth, a cycle of winter songs.All day long clouds go byEarly winter clouds, not high.Wide as charity they range.Restless, regimented, strange.From my neighbourhood a crowTakes it in its head to goSomewhere else he knows about.Melancholy bird no doubt.Up he rises from a treeWhere a yellow leaf of threeStill hang on for hanging's sake,Tug their yellow leaves and shake.'Caw' he cries as though he knewSomething worth his while to do.In an empty tree elsewhereHe takes his blackness there.Me too, I would like to flySomewhere else beneath the sky,Happy though my choice may beEmpty tree for empty tree.('Flight' by George Johnston)
All day long clouds go byEarly winter clouds, not high.Wide as charity they range.Restless, regimented, strange.From my neighbourhood a crowTakes it in its head to goSomewhere else he knows about.Melancholy bird no doubt.Up he rises from a treeWhere a yellow leaf of threeStill hang on for hanging's sake,Tug their yellow leaves and shake.'Caw' he cries as though he knewSomething worth his while to do.In an empty tree elsewhereHe takes his blackness there.Me too, I would like to flySomewhere else beneath the sky,Happy though my choice may beEmpty tree for empty tree.
('Flight' by George Johnston)
