Poem by Lesbia Harford

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Each morning I pass on my way to work
A clock in a tower
And I look towards it with anxious eyes
To make sure of the hour.
But the sun gets up at the back of the tower
With a flare and a blaze
Hiding the time and the tower from my sight
In a blissful haze.
"I am the marker of time" says the sun.
Taken unawares,
I believe for the nonce he is lord of the day
And am rid of my cares.

1. Summer Lightning
2. Do you remember still the little song
3. Machinist Talking
4. Child Sun
5. Pink eucalyptus flowers

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