CRETAN MORNING
Ten in the morning:
birds sing in the trees
above the whirr of a wood-cutting machine.
Every so often the loud cry
of
cockle-doodle-doo;
someone is hammering,
traffic roars on the main road
children’s voices can be heard.
The cock pierces the air again
and the quiet cacophony continues
as a dog barks.
© Gerald England
Composed: Maleme, 30th September 2006
Unpublished
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