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Andrew Fusek Peters’ poems, like the man himself, have always been great performers — they make you stop and listen. These new poems do all that and more. They make you listen and look, look at the natural world around you. And they leave you thinking when they go.

Andrew Fusek Peters' poems, like the man himself, have always been great performers - they make you stop and listen. These new poems do all that and more. They make you listen and look, look at the natural world around you. And they leave you thinking when they go. -- Philip Gross Your zaniness reminded me of Eddie Izzard! -- C. Jones, KS2 class teacher

The Old MansionThe house stands still like a solitary craneIn a pool of deep green grass.The windows dark as thundered rain,Rooms all drowned in glass.Shadow hen, now come to roost,It pecked and gobbled the light.Here, the house is only hostTo the visiting fox of night.House that once held charm and chime,Now a bricked up box of air.The thief has come and stolen time, Silence dies: there’s no-one there.This house is a washed up lonely shellOn the grey and windswept lea.But cup your ear and listen wellTo the hiss of the far off sea.