The carvers have gone -
Their shaggy ponies no longer graze amongst salt rimed camper vans -
Ash marks where hares were shaped from golden wood -
The carvers left one wind shaken night for their winter haven -
There they gaze upon the hidden valley -
Drink cider pressed from sacred apples under dazzling stars -
Thursday 20 August 2020
Wareham
Dorser
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