Poetry: Underneath The Greenwood Trees

For Victory, may he e’er hear a certain bird sing a midnight song.


Can you hear the rushing


When the trees are talking


And the stars burn brightly


The birds cuckoo


When I make love to you



All my love,

Marie Athena

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