This path still felt their precious weight ...

Long years lay upon the church like fallen leaves - 

I'd gazed at the memorial tablet for Captain Charles Howard - 

A closed bible held fast the words of prophets - 

 

Not far from where we stood was the village war memorial, overlooked by two tall trees - 

The quiet houses remembered homely names - 

In the wood, we'd smelled the fragile scent of blue bells - 

I imagined the young men who'd walked here before me - 

Their ears had heard this birdsong - 

This path still felt their precious weight - 

11.27

Friday 28 April 2017

Ashmore

Dorset