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The trees of London

from A minor arc by Richard Buchanan

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Iron lines and concrete
rust and crack and grow.
A ragged carpet
of streets and markets
from Epsom up to Harlow.

Denizens of empire
hurry to and fro.
Lying under the trees of London
Who wait, look on and know.

In among those building
a boy and girl join hands.
Through an open door,
their love like none before
that noone understands.

To a basement room in Hackney,
a mattress there on the floor.
They’re lying under the trees of London
who wait, look on and know.

A hundred thousand seasons
on from where we are now,
our race has ended,
it couldn’t be mended.
The curtain’s closed on this show.

The Shard’s loftiest towers
that dwarf us now down below
will be lying under the trees of London
who wait, look on and know.

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from A minor arc, released November 20, 2020

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Richard Buchanan Scotland, UK

Former bass player with legendary Scottish 90s folk rock under-achievers The Lost Soul Band, Richard now writes, performs and records songs that draw from a wide range of influences.

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