Walking towards Cerne Abbas, we saw a kestrel -
Nothing in the valley escaped its gaze -
It walked the air like a stylish gangster -
The wind shook the awakening trees -
Below us were newly ploughed fields, a bible open to savage verses from Jeremiah, ragged robyn by the side of a forgotten lane -
12.30
Friday 31 March 2017
Little Minterne Hill
Dorset
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