As I had time to kill I explored a lane above the town<\/p>\n
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Apart from a number of farmhouses not much remained to suggest that this was a farming lane<\/p>\n
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Which was once of a great importance to the town<\/p>\n
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I found a seat at the fork of the lane and rested there for a while<\/p>\n
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Spring had certainly arrived in the area and the trees and early flowers were bursting with energy<\/p>\n
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But I felt unmoved as my wife had announced that morning that she was leaving me for a book of poetry<\/p>\n
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I felt no jealousy towards the slim volume of verse although I thought it had taken advantage of a situation<\/p>\n
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That had not existed outside of our marriage<\/p>\n
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In certain ways I was quite fond of the poems that had been collected<\/p>\n
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They were various and some showed a great insight into the human condition<\/p>\n
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This was the reason in my view why the poet killed himself and left his poems so alone<\/p>\n
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I was told that I was insensitive to the pain that had been experienced by the book of poems and the only walls that I cared about were those of my own construction<\/p>\n
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My wife might have been right as I knew that I was tired and with this fatigue came blindness<\/p>\n
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The lane is almost idle in the Spring sunshine and nobody apart from a postman has passed me in over an hour<\/p>\n
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I thought that the postman was going to join me for a chat but he just handed me a letter from a farmer which said that he hoped that I was enjoying my rest on the seat which had been provided by the town for weary travellers<\/p>\n
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Although I was aware of the history of the lane the farmer further noted that at its easternmost point the lane became very narrow and was really no more than a yellow alley which led rather obscurely into the town<\/p>\n
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But it was rich in pigeons<\/p>\n
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So there was always hope<\/p>\n
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