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May 2002
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Beech Trees
by David Bailey

See that stand of Beech on the hill there?
Some time back, I would run
Up to such a sight, in the doing,
Overrun the delicacy of the purple mist
That from a distant point seemed best,
Holding the copse in colour, delaying
November's flight towards winter's night.

Again that first shot of feeling catches me
Unawares, thought flying new sprung,
Putting a circle round the hill of Beech,
As renegade to me as greedy steps,
Returning nothing gained to mock my lust.

By slipping the grasp of the eager possessor,
A more distant view offers the gain to treasure.


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welshpaintings 2002 | poem copyright David Bailey | thanks to David Bailey