I was conceived in pleasure

In a small cottage

Rented for a week

Deep in the flat lands of Kent

My parents were students

Late of their college rooms

This changed their lives

Although it made little difference to me

It was a bumpy road

Much improved by their parents

And in time they both became teachers

I am revisiting this ancient landscape

Which has changed little since my youth

The cottage of my parents sin still stands

Half hidden next to the rough path

That leads to the village church

It is still rented out for short let holidays

Nothing has changed but everything is changing

Generations once rooted now pass like clouds

Only the inns remain constant although in decline

The shops long gone are now private dwellings

Their histories now hanging unanchored in time