North of a rural town

On a humped stone bridge
 north of a rural town
 beneath the green hills
at the walls end

 Where a valley strewn
 and a glacier dragged
 forked through deaf dunes
 in an anxious sweep

 The scattered granite spits
 above on a green sleeve
 soft splints of sand stone
 almost hidden in moist moss

 Where a bard cries tears
 into hands like scratched wood
 whiskey drops splashing
 on his hobnailed boots

 Crying for the wind to stop
 and leave him less reminded
 but the daisy shins shimmer
 as the thistle weeds wave

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