Churchyard, St Peter's-in-Thanet

Screen_shot_2017-12-05_at_08.50.24by Patrick Howse01 Jul 2015

Wild flowers jostle
With uncut grass
To hush the gentle sleep
Of England's comfortable dead:

Old stones mark
Old people's graves,
Faithful wives, beloved husbands
Lying Till We Meet Again.

The distant cries of
Gulls drag me beyond
The hedgerows
To flat featureless fields

Enclosed by houses,
Power lines and pylons,
Towards a soft blue sky
Fading away into haze.