I feel as though these moments will last forever ...

Each morning, I gather pine cones in the churchyard - 

The bright grass covers familiar bones - 

I read names on the tilting gravestones - 

A box tomb shelters early blue bells - 

Rooks circle the tower - a white jet touches heaven - 

Later, I saw up fallen branches - 

I can smell the sweet torn wood - 

The saw belonged to my dad - it remembers the strength and knowledge of his grip - 

I stack up the sawn lengths of wood -  

I listen to a black bird singing - 

Moles tunnel through the rich earth - 

The river runs through gentle fields - 

I feel as though these moments will last forever - 

Tuesday 29 March 2016

The Old School House

East Stoke

Dorset