#2,504 I know Surrey’s sand

Mike Bell/ August 21, 2022/ www.mikebellpoems.com/ 0 comments

I know Surrey’s sand &
root-ridges underfoot –
mute beech trees [also
taken] –

road signs aim
at a once-visited town –
this is my hinterland &
time-of-fallen ground –

we circled each history
with careful words in a
managed wood – avoid
all kinds of falls –

warm under sunlight’s
kiss in clearings – moth-
confusion kicked up as
we stepped –

these minutes aren’t to
end – time is an undone
knot meant to hold fast
passings –

we parted [& I drove off
on re-filled pot holes to
Uckfield] – I am an auld
Surrey man – still – I am

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