The sunburst was completely silver but to the devoted it was constructed of gold
A spider spun an artificial web
Of all insects spiders are the most progressive
A frog scuttled across the wide wet path
It was unaware of the scorching sky
And knew that the low plants would offer it sanctuary from predators
Henry’s house high on the hill heard hungry hawks hurrying homewards
Mingle Katherine was sitting under the five stunted trees
Near to the railway crossing
She often sat there and read
The Life of Nelson
As she was far from the sea
I watched her from the purple fields
Behind me rose Mount Croda Cruz and the Sassolungo di Cibiana
Both lay in view but were almost hidden by the low linked clouds
Katherine Manchetti the visionary poet from Flanders
Lived in a fallow hut with only a sparrow hawk for company
The proud bird had originated from the Asolan Hills
And adored moths
Which could be found in huge numbers
In the valleys of the area