Another Golden Shovel poem, with opening lines from Seamus Heaney’s poem ‘North’. You and I have finally returned. We found our way back to roots and branches of a family tree, long buried in a small churchyard near a strand in the wave-hammered storm-swept curve and wind-whispering embrace of a west coast bay. We […]
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