Daily Commute

The air is heavy with hawthorn,

and birds chatter –

morning gosssip.

I walk through the shadow

of a village steeple

watching over

cottage and thatch.

Tangles of forget-me-knot

Spring from dry stone walls

And I think of today and

I think of work

and for a moment

all is as it should be.

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aboutus74

A man who is trying to find a place in the world of today, and daring to hope there is work out there to energise and fulfil. I have a lot of life experiences and reflections to share, from a rather neurotic, self doubting perspective(!)

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