<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=353502" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>This Year</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">This year<br>mixes spring and summer here, <br>a sharp wind chasing baking heat.<br>Hawthorn hangs like snow in clusters<br>with gorse and last year’s bracken at its feet, <br>turning the whole cliff into an in-between season.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beyond the hills<br>lie great fields of daffodils<br>balancing organic gold against a leaden sky.<br>These the farmers grow<br>instead of food.<br>This they are paid to do<br>to keep abundance low<br>and prices high.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Below the cliff at Tregantle<br>another kind of fruit appears at low tide; <br>mines sown half a century ago, <br>relics of an earlier generation’s <br>resistance to invasion.<br>Someone has been blowing them up<br>with great enthusiasm.<br>At each explosion, <br>the gulls and jackdaws scream and fret<br>(and, having screamed, forget.) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But I remember.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These bombs were planted<br>in your father’s time and mine, <br>as they struggled to survive<br>a rising tide which, win or lose, <br>derailed their lives<br>and shadowed ours<br>with clouds that have retreated<br>to a new horizon<br>(but will not go away) .</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Brian+Taylor">Brian Taylor</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=353502" data-title="This Year de Brian Taylor" data-description="This year mixes spring and summer here, a sharp wind chasing baking heat. Hawthorn hangs like snow in clusters with gorse and last year’s bracken at its feet, turning the whole cliff into an in-between season. Beyond the hills lie great field..."></div> </div> </div>

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