The summer grass ...

There were snowdrops between the lichened stones -

The old names were seldom read -

There were leafless oaks in front of the silent house -

Broken pines touched the icy sky -

Peaty water welled up from the sleeping earth -

There were wheeling stars engraved in glass -

The young dead were remembered -

I thought of them, setting out from these quiet fields -

Carrying with them the memory of the river -

The water flowing over the stones of the ford -

The summer grass upon which they'd dreamed -


11.00
Tuesday 22 January 2019

Moreton
Dorset