Coombe Keynes ...

I looked at old names in the lichened church - 

I felt upon my face the breath of invisible people - 

Windows pictured the September sky - 

In summer, swallows circled the weathervane - 

I'd left my bike in the churchyard - 

I'd cycled along a white path - 

I saw two horses in a distant field - 

Beyond the heath were the dark hills, the hidden sea - 

Very near the church was the lane that always reminded me of Edward Thomas - 

The dry fragrant grass, the rutted earth - 

I'd visit this place on long afternoons -

I'd feel, without fear or complaint, the weight of the green coat I'd one day wear - 

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Sunday 30 September 2018

Coombe Keynes 

Dorset