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    Tonight The Moon is Red
    Tonight The Moon is Red
    Tonight The Moon is Red
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    Tonight The Moon is Red

    By Virginia Mckenna

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    A highly personal collection of poems written by Virginia McKenna, the star of Born Free, recollecting the people, places and animals that have inspired her.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMuswell Press
    Release dateOct 1, 2014
    ISBN9780992817121
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      Tonight The Moon is Red - Virginia Mckenna

      Tonight The Moon Is Red

      There is the honesty of passion in the poetry of Virginia McKenna, openly declared, open-hearted. There is the fire of love, of loyalty and of anger too. This does not make easy reading. Every poem challenges, many hurt us - as they should. We flinch with her at the cruelty and exploitation of innocence, of beauty. We weep with her at the loss and the suffering and the longing.

      Yet we can feel, as she does, through it all, the hope and the beauty and the essential goodness in man and we can rejoice with her in this conviction. But we know that it takes people like her, whose life and work is an inspiration to so many, to bring out that goodness; to enable us to make this the best of all possible worlds, for us, our fellow creatures and for the planet itself. She has fought the good fight, and these poems are her battle cries.

      Michael Morpurgo OBE, April 2014

      Wilderness and Wildlife

      Kenya holds some of the memories I most treasure.

      The ever-changing skies, the smell of earth after rain, the myriad creatures, surviving as they can. And, of course, I always remember the people; their kindness and warmth, and seeing the challenges they face.

      But my love of wild and wildlife has no boundaries – Scottish seashores, English forests – no matter where, we must cherish it.

      What is the Earth

      What is the earth?

      A ball in space?

      A little paradise?

      Planet of melting ice

      And inner fires?

      Under my hand

      Its surface crumbles

      Crushed underfoot

      Its myriad flowers.

      Forests lie trembling

      Under my sword

      The ocean darkens

      Weeping black tears.

      Death of sweet rivers

      Death-giving rain

      Silent and secret

      Invisible pain.

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