Apples ...

This afternoon I plucked an apple from the tree - 

I cut it into quarters - I ate each sweet portion in the sunlit garden - 

I then lay upon the warm grass - above me was the blue late summer sky - 

I thought of all those who had held up an apple for me to eat - 

I recalled the shape of each of their names - 

I remembered the hissing of a gas fire, the dizzying fragrance of a wheat field - 

Moonlight blessed a tipsy street, a cool river flowed with music to the sea - 

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Sunday 27 August 2017

The Old School House

East Stoke

Dorset