Remembering Tolpuddle ...

I'm sitting in the room we now call the library - 

The warm wind stirs the pale curtains - 

There are apples forming on the branches of the tree - 

I think of the long weekend at Tolpuddle -

I'd walked with young firebrands - 

I'd marvelled at the length of beards - 

I'd coveted a tee shirt that read Marxism.com - 

I'd sat on the warm grass listening to prophets - 

Here, amongst the camper vans, one bright thought joined mind to mind - 

For the many, not the few - 

17.52

Monday 17 July 2017

The Old School House

East Stoke

Dorset