Not far from home
By Luly Whisper
Pieces set in, or inspired by, the area where I live.
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Winter excursion
Jump in the back of the car with me, For Higgins knows the way, And we'll drive past the golden apple-tree And we'll drive down the Nene Valley Way. But soon we'll turn off the beaten track
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A Quiet Walk
Am I the only one here? The hedgerows are scented and pretty with may, And white is the cow-parsley bord'ring the way, But the ramblers have mostly gone home for the day.
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Afternoon love song
Leave your politics, leave your pen, Leave your income tax return, Leave your ink and fax and turn - We're off to the hollows and hills. Hollows and hills, hollows and hills.
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Close of day
An empty house, A darkening sky, A skip piled high. A stranger sifts Through bandages, Albums of stamps, Mildewy books, Medicaments. Deserted house And lowering sky And heedless traffic
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Winter Scene
Fawn feathered reeds in clumps that stand Upright in steel-grey frozen pond And empty footprints in the snow. A boy, a tawny trotting hound. Cawing of rooks, excited bark -
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The Apple-Picker
A seasonal poem.
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Museum
About one of our local attractions.
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Early in the Year.
In my garden.
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The Sloe Path
A country walk.
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What's that again?
The other day I stood under a bus shelter with one of those illuminated signs - perhaps you know the sort of thing:- 4 Bus Station 2 min 19 Town Centre 11:41
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In Hazelborough Wood
You come upon them suddenly, those swathes of bluebells intense in the clouded light, in this stillness. How many trees? no two alike, each one special.
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Out in the sticks
The kitchen clock says 8:11. Leaving my breakfast tray, I go and stand at the back door, a school bell in my hand.
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