the strip fields
tattered ribbons of history
bow tied by the sun
crops of memories
surreptitious fists of peas
down all the ways of a child’s flowering
how the path wiggles it’s known way
called back home by the church tower
crops of the spirit
crops of the land
the sustenance of a shared walk
taken home to your armchair
to snooze down all the days
of a rhossili sundowner
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