Saturday, February 2, 2019

For Tom Pickard

Did he ever tell you that same story
he told me?
when in want of  a grant
Yeats, Pound and Eliot: all three
supported Bunting and no grant was given

he’d keep whatever clout he had
to better support you
you had a good friend in BB

did you ever wander Wark Forest way?
those new plantations round Roughside
full grown now
hard hill country farms
better as forest
lonely cottages just like yours
only surrounded by trees
where short-eared owls patrolled rows of conifers
adders basked in the sun
some poetry was getting done.



Dick Russell
copyright © 2019





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