Open Ground

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The sun drew me out
Crawling, curious 
Onto Open Ground
Where I knelt by buttercups
To the sounds of sparrows 
I breathed in light
Safe in my circle of trees
Amazed to just be outside. 


C. LJ Ireton 2019

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