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id="bc00">In the memory of the imprints</p><p id="229b">Of our bodies on the stones.</p><p id="d7d4">The foam</p><p id="c6bd">The spume of rolling seas</p><p id="a3a9">Is as the rolling meadow before us</p><p id="0248">As we soar like kites</p><p id="76fa">In swirling flight</p><p id="f50f">Blades of dew-dropped green</p><p id="0f4e">Tickling our fleet and skipping feet</p><p id="fd30">Our aimless roaming</p><p id="3409">Until the gloaming raids the meadow</p><p id="6aa0">And all falls to inky, star-chipped night.</p><p id="3f5d">Friends! If you liked this modest work, & any of my others, a <b>follow</b>, <b>clap</b>, <b>comment</b>, & <b>highlight </b>goes a long way to help this artist accumulate enough for his next bottle of Madeira! <b>MP!</b></p><p id="4b50"><b>The Fine Writer of this Piece:</b></p><div id="9f4c" class="link-block"> <a href="https://medium.com/@mandrakepan"> <div> <div> <h2>Mandrake Pan - Medium</h2> <div><h3>Read writing from Mandrake Pan on Medium. AUTHOR, ARCANOLOGIST, MAN-ABOUT-TOWN. MANDRAKEPAN.COM. Every day, Mandrake…</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*FQ1PI4vl3bGYNW6j)"></div> </div> </

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div> </a> </div><p id="ce8c"><b>The Curation; Write For Our Publication:</b></p><div id="607f" class="link-block"> <a href="https://medium.com/marches-of-gold"> <div> <div> <h2>The Curation</h2> <div><h3>Might I entice and welcome one to a precious center of adoration for Words; A Publication; A Curation — May the…</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*yg92vfBYkO5SlI4eqJOXfA.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><p id="3f24"><b>Another Piece by our Writer:</b></p><div id="7d2e" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/the-rhyme-of-fishy-pete-1893-e9f165731e37"> <div> <div> <h2>The Rhyme of Fishy Pete (1893)</h2> <div><h3>I came to know an octopus</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*YWQSIjxTVi36WsLctWuifA.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><p id="22eb"><b>#Marchesofgold — #TheFineRabble</b></p></article></body>

Our Yellow-Rattled Meadow

By H.R. Pirie. From: ‘Odes to My Little Soldier’ {London: Grenville and Tupes, 1877}, p 64.

Image Public Domain / ‘Our Yellow-Rattled Meadow’

Sunlight

Dapples our yellow-rattled meadow

With my friend and fellow

Eric Winsome by my side.

I am reminded of our shingle days

The lazy haze of summer tides

Now a distant, fitful dream

But evergreen in our history,

And ever bright

In the memory of the imprints

Of our bodies on the stones.

The foam

The spume of rolling seas

Is as the rolling meadow before us

As we soar like kites

In swirling flight

Blades of dew-dropped green

Tickling our fleet and skipping feet

Our aimless roaming

Until the gloaming raids the meadow

And all falls to inky, star-chipped night.

Friends! If you liked this modest work, & any of my others, a follow, clap, comment, & highlight goes a long way to help this artist accumulate enough for his next bottle of Madeira! MP!

The Fine Writer of this Piece:

The Curation; Write For Our Publication:

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#Marchesofgold — #TheFineRabble

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