Pauline Bewick

Then i woke from my dream and rubbed clear my eye and in one bounden leap, of my fear i was free

Pauline Bewick

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Sparking spectacular alight with flame shimmering beauty with its doors ornate

Pauline Bewick

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Set free together, as nature ordained from loving and coupling, lets not be restrained

Pauline Bewick

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Put into action and fill us with glee the punishment set by the Queen of Craglee

Pauline Bewick

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On the farmyard o'er I scattered seed and a cabbage beneath my head I'd leave

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Making for me on the rim of the bay a fiery brute in wild array

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For often I walked by the curve of the river on the plains where the morning dew crystals the heather

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Flat on the road and nothing to shield her with a mob from the bog and doorus around her

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Fixed in her stare with fire in her eye with temper and pain she began to cry

Pauline Bewick

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At once leaping up nimbly and fiercely a cagey old stager and wistful

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A pulp of a pup that you ever did see healthy and hardy in every degree

Pauline Bewick

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For often I walked by the curve of the river

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Pauline Bewick (born 1935 in Northumberland, England) is an Irish artist. Bewick was born in England, and with her mother, Harry and sister Hazel, moved many times between England

Pauline Bewick

Then i woke from my dream and rubbed clear my eye and in one bounden leap, of my fear i was free

Sparking spectacular alight with flame shimmering beauty with its doors ornate

Set free together, as nature ordained from loving and coupling, lets not be restrained

Put into action and fill us with glee the punishment set by the Queen of Craglee

On the farmyard o'er I scattered seed and a cabbage beneath my head I'd leave

Making for me on the rim of the bay a fiery brute in wild array

For often I walked by the curve of the river on the plains where the morning dew crystals the heather

Flat on the road and nothing to shield her with a mob from the bog and doorus around her

Fixed in her stare with fire in her eye with temper and pain she began to cry

At once leaping up nimbly and fiercely a cagey old stager and wistful

A pulp of a pup that you ever did see healthy and hardy in every degree

For often I walked by the curve of the river

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