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Summer Solstice Thoughts by Harewood resident Benedict Williams

Thoughts on the Summer Solstice by Benedict Williamson

Lost in the mists,

Found in the trees,

Dancing through a solstice dawn where spring chose her leave.

Summer is born,

Through the chill of this morn,

To fatten thy fruit

And ripen thy corn.

(Lower Wharfedale before sunrise)

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