This Barren Brow — NaPoWriMo ‘24 (Day 3)

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This Barren Brow

I stop here often
On this barren brow
Looking down on the oxbow bends
Of the river as it wends
Through this ancient wood

I pause here then
On this barren brow
Standing tall amongst the breeze
Of the woodland as it breathes 
Through this ancient wood

I bask here then
On this barren brow 
Listening to jostling choirs sing
As the dawn chorus rings
Through this ancient wood

We rest here now
I and this barren brow
Bathed in rain and wrapped in leaves 
As the river weaves
Through this ancient wood

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