Two Woodpeckers and a Magpie<\/b><\/p>\n
In a tree<\/p>\n
near the River Stour<\/p>\n
two Woodpeckers and a Magpie<\/p>\n
argued over its remaining fruits<\/p>\n
a boatman drifted by<\/p>\n
but did not notice the disturbance<\/p>\n
as he was reading the Bible<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Kent Mirror <\/b><\/p>\n
the languid flowers<\/p>\n
always lay peacefully in their beds<\/p>\n
as I passed them<\/p>\n
on my way to Birchington<\/p>\n
each morning<\/p>\n
I did not notice these flowers
\nbut I sensed their compassion <\/i><\/p>\n
the landed flowers<\/p>\n
always lay peacefully in their beds<\/p>\n
as I passed them<\/p>\n
on my way to Birchington<\/p>\n
each morning<\/p>\n
I did not notice these flowers
\nbut I sensed their compassion <\/i><\/p>\n
\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n
River Stour (July Evening) <\/b><\/p>\n
The river reeds hidden in the deep waters
\ndo not rest as the day darkens<\/p>\n
A small yellow boat points towards Canterbury
\nin its shadow hides a moorhen<\/p>\n
A line of Poplars planted by accident communicate silently
\nwith the distant windmill<\/p>\n
The evening rabbits are disturbed as a secret Siskin moves
\namongst the foxgloves on the late flat breeze<\/p>\n
A summer leaf falls mysteriously into the river and floats out of sight
\nleaving no clue as to its previous geography<\/p>\n
The tall Woodpeckers no longer trespass on the grass paths
\nthat lead towards the sea<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Flatlands <\/b><\/p>\n
The morning mists are now thinning<\/p>\n
across the flatlands<\/p>\n
that disappear from sight<\/p>\n
within the hour I will be talking<\/p>\n
to my crested neighbours<\/p>\n
\u00a0<\/b><\/p>\n
Kent Sunset <\/b><\/p>\n
The fractured clouds<\/p>\n
are now beginning<\/p>\n
to hide the sunset<\/p>\n
I can feel the dampness<\/p>\n
of the grass<\/p>\n
and am aware<\/p>\n
that you await me<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The Animal Cemetery at Sarre<\/b><\/p>\n
Silence just Silence<\/p>\n
Nothing stirred apart from the hot breezes<\/p>\n
That caressed the July wheatfields<\/p>\n
And gently touched the screen trees<\/p>\n
That shaded the road<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Toys of memory littered the graves<\/p>\n
And likenesses of these<\/p>\n
Much loved pets<\/p>\n
Stared at me from beyond death<\/p>\n
As I slowly passed their memorials<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
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