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From All Blacks' Kitchen Gardens by Tim Jones
Outside, the world is growing darker
Inside, the children bring me
all made from pure cheek
I'm story-writing helper for today.
"What's that word? Let's sound it out."
what will you do tomorrow? What
At the end we're smiling: a whole page written!
As they start on Printing
out of the enchanted wood
Shutting out the torment and the fear
Improbable, that in another tongue
and will not come across to mine.
or terse, unrhymed,
But something does translate -
the wind's forgotten murmur,