The Road and the Sky
By catherine poarch
Fri, 05 Dec 2025
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The crow flew down to the top of the fence
and wiped its beak with a slow…snick…snack
Its feathers were perfect,
umbrella black.
What was it thinking, that wisely old crow?
The world went thundering, hurtling by.
But his were the trees and his was the sky.
Stood on the corners of fairy circles,
traveller ponies were back in town,
with shaggy heads up
and shaggy heads down.
What were they watching, with conker brown eyes?
The world went by with its heavy load.
But theirs were the fields
and theirs was the road.
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