It is World Poetry Day. A day that I, a less prolific poet than I wish to be, hold dear in my heart. By some twist of scheduling, it is also the International Day of Forests. A day to recall the woodlands of childhoods well spent, the mystique of ecosystems.

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We Won’t Be Druv

Remember, remember! As if we could ever forget how quickly anticipation turns to exuberance, the rolling of distant drums and the first firecracker flinches.

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