Three thrushes in the lane
Looking at the ivied
Wall of the front garden.
“Rare sight,” we both exclaimed.
Two hardly moved when we
Drove past into the yard,
The third took fright and made
A low level flight deep
Into the hawthorn hedge
Where he was quickly lost
In the white May blossom.
Tag Archives: Poetry
Giant Tortoises
Was this the one that carried on its back
The elements of the Earth and caused to break,
By each seismic step, the bulging crust
And fire to flow along the widening cracks?
Was this the one that sightless Aesop knew,
Which furnished fables to a later sage,
And served as tutor to the Roman troop,
Their corporate armour modelled on its shell?
The sun burns down and drifting sand blows through
The whitened carapace but legends live.
Seychelles 1969
Fir Trees
Pines stood like these
Along the windy ridge
Where we so often walked
And much in love
Discussed a time to wed.
Beneath the trees
On those October days
So distant now
Our plans much favoured Spring
Until we said,
As of one heart and mind,
Why wait till then?
At Christmas let it be!
And so it was!
17 May 1985
On seeing a drawing by John Constable “Fir Trees at Hampstead, 1820”
I have a homing instinct for the stars 
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