Sheep were grazing in the fragrant water meadows -
The dark languid river flowed past waist high rushes -
Mayflies danced above the water -
Soon bats would leave their secret lodgings -
They'd trace their names in the darkening sky -
Poppies would close their petals against the stars -
We'd sleep under our lichened roof -
The moon would light our dreams -
20.45
Thursday 15 June 2017
East Stoke
Dorset
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