We lost our way in a green labyrinth of paths -
A winding track led us between thorny hedgerows -
A small stream ran over shining stones -
We walked through silent woods -
We saw sad words carved in marble -
We climbed stiles to cross fields of fragrant grass -
Lichened finger posts pointed the way to forgotten places -
Sheep grazed on a final hilltop -
We saw a far off country -
It lay before us like a dream -
13.45
Friday 14 2018
Minterne Magna
Dorset
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