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Migration

They are long gone.
Long gone from the now tame valley of the Saane.

In olden times
they were abroad here, fleeing from storms

and sheer starvation:
the wild blond-bearded men dragging baggage

of tattered womenfolk
and meagre, filthy pigs and children; desperate

for shelter and a home
in our inhospitable, narrow mountain valleys.

They’re just a rumour now,
lost in a legend. Only some autumn nights,

when storms rage
all around the comfortable farmhouse

and the sturdy stable,
we keep the lantern burning in the kitchen

and huddle close, hearing
the harsh barbaric voices, hammering fists

on double-bolted doors,
dogs whimpering, the desperate lowing

of the cattle as
the seven thousand Friesians stare at us

from empty sockets
on their endless aimless journey in the dark.