Pome: Rutabaga, Rutabaga, Don’t Forget Me
For a century or three
Rutabaga, Rutabaga, Don’t Forget Me
in the hedgerows of summer
the fields where the longgrass waves
in the colours of the skies on the far side of the earth
a breath of a lamb on a frostedmorn in the Ladakh mountains where Kashmir abridges Pakistan and India -
rutabaga, rutabaga, sing me a paean composed from the days i missed; choral a verse from your ancient roots that
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