RUSTIC SEAT

Posted by Admin on 24 July 2006, 12:00 am

Two sturdy tree-trunk legs
with heavy timber nailed
to form a seat where I
can meditate before
a panoramic view –
Medina’s basin spread
from Folly to the sea,
with Osborne’s flag on high
above a screen of trees,
and, far away, the curve
of Ashey Down. A seat
where I can visualise
past scenes of topsails, brown,
blue-circled, sliding by
in peaceful pre-war years –
of bombers flying low
down-river after dawn
one April morn, death-laden.
A seat adjacent to
a farmer’s field, with ditch
and hedge where Nature’s wild
fecundity delights the eye,
intrigues the questing mind,
creates a longing for
extended time.