Monthly Archives: September 2018

.bramleys.

it happens every year

excited we run down to the damson tree

in gwylim’s garden

run on to the apple tree

with a clothes prop

to bash the fruit down

stand back when the boy shouts

he is chucking rocks in desperation

as boys inevitably do……..

may be that is where they learned it; those fishermen?

i think of all this when i see the last apple hanging

when i mend the clothes prop

(note- conkers next)

.sentinels.

you stand like sentinels above

straight lined and backed

up

there early

what shall i tell those below?

that i saw you there

as biblical prophets?

what shall i tell them?

that i saw you

all waiting early.

earlier than my arrival

here.