We're drinking the last of the Ghost Ships in the evening garden -
Birds are singing amongst the ripening apples -
Clouds are just a memory -
Here, there are no deceitful voices -
Only the soft wind amongst the leaves -
The smell of cut grass -
The slow river meeting the sea -
Monday 19 August 2019
The Old School House
East Stoke
Dorset
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