heather sweeting Biography

The crack of a twig, the twitch of a tail,
Something moved on the jungle trail.
Crickets chirped in the warm night air,
And all the time, something else was there.
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Social mobility, all in all is a laudable aspiration,
But is it 'up' from being 'down' or 'sideways' in any direction?
And who decides where 'up' is - by what measure, compass or scale?
Your zenith may be my nadir, your dross my Holy Grail!
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Our snow weary world tires of winter,
and rain sodden oaks plead for sun,
timid wrens mute their song in bare hedges
as Earth whispers ‘Spring has begun’.
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Busy bumbling, stirring, stumbling, wildly fanning fragile wings,
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