Those who witnessed the dawn are fading gradually<\/p>\n
Some remain in small communities under the decorated trees<\/p>\n
Temperatures are in the nineties<\/p>\n
Everything is busy but still<\/p>\n
From my vantage I can hear pan pipes mixed lightly with heavy rock<\/p>\n
People are dancing near the stones and chanting ancient words<\/p>\n
Whose meanings was lost over a thousand years ago<\/p>\n
I am going to buy the shit out of the shop <\/i><\/p>\n
Without any money <\/i><\/p>\n
We have no money <\/i><\/p>\n
Their excitement evaporates and the barefoot trio return to the shady tree<\/p>\n
I have five pounds <\/i><\/p>\n
I have ten <\/i><\/p>\n
Do not waste it on alcohol<\/i><\/p>\n
Soft drinks and chilled water <\/i><\/p>\n
You are turning into a square Mike <\/i><\/p>\n
Somebody has to be sensible <\/i><\/p>\n
Their words fade as they walk slowly along the rough chalk path towards the village<\/p>\n
Wiltshire is known as a county of harsh landscapes but today she is benign<\/p>\n
So very benign<\/p>\n
Her fields stretch out as far as the eye can see<\/p>\n
Some are being harvested<\/p>\n
Others simmer in the heat of the day<\/p>\n
I decide to walk to Silbury which is about a mile distant<\/p>\n
My journey will necessitate the climbing of a shallow hill<\/p>\n
This is the Hill of Sudden Dreams<\/p>\n
Summw <\/i><\/p>\n
The buzz bees say as they swarm without malice over the warm wheat fields<\/p>\n
Summw <\/i><\/p>\n
I do not understand the language of bees<\/p>\n
Summw <\/i><\/p>\n
Bees do not have a language
\nTheirs is a musical existence<\/p>\n
As I sit on the descending path<\/p>\n
I look at Silbury in the haze<\/p>\n
She is as fecund as she always is<\/p>\n
But today she seems more fertile<\/p>\n
I would like to roll my hand over her swollen belly<\/p>\n
And sup from her milky breasts<\/p>\n
Open your eyes now and return to the small village through the avenue of the mighty stones<\/i><\/p>\n
I hear these words on the summer breeze<\/p>\n
Do you know what is down that road sir?<\/i><\/p>\n
There are a few more stones but really<\/i> there is not much more to see<\/i><\/p>\n
Can you recommend anything else? <\/i><\/p>\n
We have walked around the stones so many times <\/i><\/p>\n
In this heat <\/i><\/p>\n
My sister is mad \u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n
All Canadians are mad <\/i><\/p>\n
Is it always this hot in the UK?<\/i><\/p>\n
No this is quite exceptional <\/i><\/p>\n
Usually it is 23 or 24 in June<\/i><\/p>\n
Not 34 degrees as it is today <\/i><\/p>\n
I was told that it rains a lot in the UK <\/i><\/p>\n
Maybe that is true for the northern counties but the south is normally dry <\/i><\/p>\n
The taller of the two sisters points to the Hill of Sudden Dreams<\/p>\n
What is over that hill?<\/i><\/p>\n
Silbury you will find Silbury on the other side of the hill <\/i><\/p>\n
But beware of the hill as it looks placid from here but is a hefty climb <\/i><\/p>\n
Stop at times and admire the view <\/i><\/p>\n
I do not mention the soft sudden dreams<\/p>\n
That they might experience on their climb<\/p>\n
It is not my place to tell them<\/p>\n
I would not like to see their disappointment<\/p>\n
Should their dreams evaporate and fade<\/p>\n
Thank you they said that the English were polite and kind and you certainly are<\/i><\/p>\n
It was my pleasure \u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n
To my surprise the smaller sister fist pumps me<\/p>\n
Enjoy your day <\/i><\/p>\n
I am sure we will <\/i><\/p>\n
Goodbye <\/i><\/p>\n
Within minutes the two sisters are figures in a pastel landscape<\/p>\n
And then they are gone<\/p>\n
I visit the old inn for a welcome drink<\/p>\n
The ice machine has broken down <\/i><\/p>\n
What a day for it to happen <\/i><\/p>\n
I sit for a while with my warm drink<\/p>\n
My bus is due in ten<\/p>\n
I will be in Marlborough quite soon<\/p>\n
With its public school and wide high street<\/p>\n
Where I will change buses for the last time<\/p>\n
And travel through the dark Savernake Forest<\/p>\n
Towards the sleepy town of Hungerford<\/p>\n
Where I will rest tonight<\/p>\n
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