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Dial Hill Dawning

Dial Hill in the dawning
And not a soul abroad
Bird song through the woodland
Another memory stored
Light across the hillside
A track that leads to where
A seat and trig point overlook
Deserted cricket square
A view towards the Mendips
Softened in the haze
A warming breeze foretelling
The joy of summer days
Channel here stays hidden
Obscured behind the leaves
'Til down towards the waking town
The earthen path now weaves.


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