The Hazel Thicket Filled With Wrens Poem by Sally Evans

The Hazel Thicket Filled With Wrens



old road
hidden from the modern road
runs parallel,
shortening river bends,

its fallen stones
and gappy hedges, grass
full of ghosts,
visible in emptiness,

horses, riders,
walkers, women, boys,
sad or singing,
local or long distance,

all outlasted
by the hazel thicket
filled with wrens

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