Driving down a country road
through evening blue smoothed hills
we come across yet another castle
granite quarry
for an ancient village target in a civil war
graygold in setting sun.
Pass yet another signposted
whitewashed picture postcard
coaching inn
pubsign creaking in the wind
for its ancient guidebook ghost.
Pass yet another sign
to mark the poet's romantic muse
decaying rustic church
yew framed -
gravestones leaning in the mist.
Pass yet another abbey
object of long gone passion
overgrown arches framing
a pink streaked sky -
wonder at a history
pass on ......

Alan Papprill

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