Remembering Newick ...

I stopped the mower - 

There, at my feet, half hidden amongst the grass and moss, were tiny mushrooms - 

I knelt to pick one - 

Delicate, glowing, it weighed as much a dream - 

I remembered walking in a field at Newick where horses had grazed - 

We'd found such marvels at our feet - 

The holloway became the haunt of jewelled birds - 

The louche town by the sea filled the world - 

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Monday 3 October 2016

The lawn of The Old School House

East Stoke

Dorset