Will-o'-the-wisp
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Out on the flat fen
Years ago, a light flared up
Mysteriously
For me - flickering
And small, but one that somehow
Kept burning through the
Fiercest fenland blows -
Throwing just enough light for
Me to walk alone
Across the darkness
Of the sunken fields - but
Now this fragile,
Eerie light of mine
Has suddenly grown brighter
And stronger and is
Now being seen by
Others who, like me, are caught
Out on the flat fen.
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Supported
by Norfolk Tourism