We walked this morning from Tarrant Gunville to Chettle -
We saw a red kite fly in sinister circles above tall trees -
A skylark touched heaven -
A car rusted in an unkempt pasture -
We skirted an avenue of shining beeches -
At the far side of the park was a silent house with high grey walls -
Clouds moved across the sky -
A pheasant ran away from us, scurrying across the grass -
Penelope pointed out the course of a Roman road -
There was a hollow yew tree in a sad churchyard -
The golden hands of the church clock were frozen -
Flints lay upon the fields like pieces of bone -
12.13
Friday 24 February 2017
Tarrant Gunville
Chettle
Dorset
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