Dancing Ladies
Dancing ladies cartwheel,
enchanting the wind.
Spinning our pasts dry
on this grassy spine.
The powerless winters
with empty bellies and distant fields.
Spinning them out.
Dirt, sweat, heritage yarns.
This is now the green north.
The people free and clean north.
Dancing ladies cartwheel. We are dispersed
Tony Noon
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