Old Gold
¶ 1
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This country’s old gold
is scattered now to mine
in books and fields
and hidden frescoes
unveiled from time to time.
¶ 2
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This country’s old gold
is scattered and so fine
at Molineux or Balado Bridge,
in rural churchyards
or cool sea breezes
which blow from time to time.
¶ 3
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This country’s gold
once circled in mist
over Hillhead Farm
soon in deeper distress
than any league surface
or Worcestershire field
¶ 4
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in the days before colour
testament to legend
¶ 5
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when the spitfire’s charmed propellers
provided the earth and met its attrition.
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