HENRY NORMAL

In a time before humans could write

here, they looked down from their caves

onto the tops of trees 

Then the mere movement of liquid

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slowly wore away this raised sandstone 

flooding the woodland below

As fresh water turned to salt

oak, birch and hazel

bore their last leaves

Now, at the lowest tide 

when storms have stirred the sediment 

if you spy beyond the shingle 

in amongst the rockpools

ancient roots and saplings

seek the sky once more


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