SATURDAY 26th SEPTEMBER 2009.

In the wood
Where the wind ends
And scent begins

Sit the stood
Who fled from the
Cold edge of stone.

Under branch,
And heather clad,
Closer to breath;

Leaving land
To alternate
And overturn.

Further stretched
Than protesters
Of yesterday,

And wretched
For leaving late
Their evening.

Sinking in
And welcomed all
Returned to home,

Linking sin
And virtue’s list
To Mother Earth.