A crown made of speedwell ...

A swallow flew above a field of windblown barley -

Rain fell from an uncertain sky - 

We were walking towards Winterbourne Abbas - 

Dark butterflies settled upon the long grass - 

Three horses watched us - 

Invisible kings held court upon the ridgeway - 

I saw tiny blue flowers amongst the barley - 

They're Speedwell Penelope said - 

I could weave myself a fragile crown, I thought - 

A speedwell crown would be fairer than one made of gold - 

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Tuesday 13 July 2016

Conygar Meadow

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