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.
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