I'd walk through the haunted wood ...

Sand had been driven by the wind against the beach huts - 

A crow flew overhead with oily creaking wings - 

Almost all of the huts had been locked up for winter - 

Deck chairs could be glimpsed through salt rimed windows -

Dinghies were roped to sea worn posts - 

Bunk beds remembered summer tenderness - 

I imagined, as I knew I would, staying here, in one of the huts - 

I'd watch the sunrise from a canvas chair  - 

I'd wear a collarless shirt - 

I'd read September 1, 1939 - 

I'd walk through the haunted wood - 

11.30

Friday 3 March 2017

Hengistbury Head

Dorset