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Once

To walk down roads which were once lanes
to climb over hills which were once tussocks
to reach for a fruit which was once a flower
to run upon turf which was once a cornfield
to swim across rivers which were once streams
to lie in a snowdrift which was once a snowflake
to find a forest which was once a tree
to fling a rock which was once a pebble
to drink a whole bottle which was once a glass
to sleep on a pillow which was once
a feather.

Andrea Bowd

If you have any comments on this poem, Andrea Bowd would be pleased to hear from you.

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