Here, I might write my words -

The winding river flowed through the forest -

Catkins danced above the water -


Here, there were trees and ancient names -

Dry stone walls and hawthorn -


The air was empty of messages -

The wind from the sea carried no fearful auguries -


Here, I might write my words -

Take my joy from my grandson's smile -



Tuesday 10 March 2020


Dalby Forest
Yorkshire