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    [post_content] => I thought rain was only this blue in picture books.
Out there the mountains are a rough sea rolling,
Breaking over each other,
Tossing the light of a distant house between them.

The road is chalked-marked, the day seems to linger.
A tree sticks out like a sooty spider web,
Hedgerows become charcoal lines on green sugar paper,
Tufts of weed are smudgy finger marks.

The trees in a nearby wood rise and fall
And climb like the silhouette of a city, here a castle there a church.
The evening wears a gown of indigo velvet,
A solitary car tinkles briefly in the distance.
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Eskerdale Green

Hero Bain

I thought rain was only this blue in picture books.
Out there the mountains are a rough sea rolling,
Breaking over each other,
Tossing the light of a distant house between them.

The road is chalked-marked, the day seems to linger.
A tree sticks out like a sooty spider web,
Hedgerows become charcoal lines on green sugar paper,
Tufts of weed are smudgy finger marks.

The trees in a nearby wood rise and fall
And climb like the silhouette of a city, here a castle there a church.
The evening wears a gown of indigo velvet,
A solitary car tinkles briefly in the distance.