Wednesday, 4 May 2016

On the way to Up Marden - West Sussex



On the way to Up Marden,
Along a narrow lane,
Rosie and I pull over,
It’s just begun to rain.

We see a sweep of landscape,
Fall down to grazing sheep.

Barely a leaf on most trees,
Fields ploughed ready to sow,
in hedgerows on the high ridge,
The blackthorn starts to show.





I make a simple sketch, 
A memory to keep.

Puppy and I move on,
Along this lovely lane,
An appointment at St Michael,

Up Marden in the rain.