A Community Network for Bowes Park and Bounds Green
A mass of granite thrust up
Through the schists and gneiss of lower hills;
Planed down by the ice cap;
Split, shattered and scooped
By frosts, glaciers and the strength of running water.
Its strong flight haunts not precipice, but plateau –
One summer day, your ear catches the plover-like cry –
You pause and watch – no bird is there;
You move softly towards the sound,
And in a moment, one bird, then another,
Rises…
ContinueAdded by Andie Phillips on June 1, 2017 at 11:22 — No Comments
If you don't need me,
as much as I want you,
why do I see my hopes
fluttering
like a hundred prayer flags
on a Himalayan hillside?
Added by Andie Phillips on June 1, 2017 at 11:00 — No Comments
Connecting the communities of Bowes Park and Bounds Green in north London.
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