Daily Poem: Three Dry Stone walls
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Martin Caseley was born in 1961 and is an English teacher in Lincolnshire. His first collection of poetry, Hands on Angels (Stride) was published in 1991, and earlier this year his work appeared in an anthology The Stumbling Dance (Stride), with a new anthology The Playing of the Easter Music to be published in the autumn. This poem will be in featured in a collection A Sunday Map of the World yet to be published.
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