Landscape from a Dream 1936-8 Paul Nash (1889-1946)
There’s a blackbird
in my mango tree
and I think of Marley
and singing songs of freedom
I have followed birds
from hills
to home
and back
wondering where was Zion
but now I am content
on this verandah
the blackbirds come to my mango tree
and sing
home is always
where it’s meant to be
I am sure
that’s what blackbirds sing.
by Carol Rumens
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