The groundbass of the roaring roadway
is overlaid by the rhythmic rustle of leaves,
topped by a syncopated pigeon,
the growl of a farmer sawing,
the soaring oboe of a microlight above.
The sun sends a spotlight in the clearing
to shine upon the star -
a graceful magnolia standing silent,
one stage-struck, slimly shimmering stem,
uncertain, unwilling to take centre stage solo
and the credit for the piece.

Wild Bill Balding

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