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The old man comes out on the hill
and looks down to recall earlier days
in the valley. He sees the stream shine,
the church stand, hears the litter of
children's voices. A chill in the flesh
tells him that death is not far off
now: it is the shadow under the great boughs
of life. His garden has herbs growing.
The kestrel goes by with fresh prey
in its claws. The wind scatters the scent

of wild beans. The tractor operates
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Ratnakar Mandlik 29 May 2019

" The wind scatters the scent of wild beans" What a fantastic conceptualization!

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