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The wind whispers through the willows.
A cold stream,
bare feet on baking stones …
an ancient relation.I wade into the water,
Under beech, oak, hawthorn,
The trout are silent, the jackdaws hush,
There amidst land, river, and sky,
the wind whispers through the willows,
the ancestors speak,
the soul is stirred,
the spirit is restored.The wind whispers through the willows,
there, amidst land, river, and sky …The wind whispers through the willows,
And one day so shall I.Bennathow,
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